StevenBrisson:
I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I'm crying. (Explore, #4)
StevenBrisson:
Rudbeckia in Review: #1 of 4
StevenBrisson:
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.
StevenBrisson:
This donut has purple in the middle, purple is a fruit.
StevenBrisson:
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.
StevenBrisson:
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
StevenBrisson:
There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.
StevenBrisson:
In solitude, where we are least alone.
StevenBrisson:
There are rich counsels in the trees.
StevenBrisson:
The blues ain't nothing but a good man feelin' bad.
StevenBrisson:
For every minute you're angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
StevenBrisson:
You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
StevenBrisson:
If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.
StevenBrisson:
Rudbeckia in Review: #3 of 4
StevenBrisson:
Better a red face than a black heart.
StevenBrisson:
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
StevenBrisson:
Joy is not in things; it is in us.
StevenBrisson:
Information is the seed for an idea, and only grows when it's watered.
StevenBrisson:
Photography is savoring life at 1/100th of a second.
StevenBrisson:
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
StevenBrisson:
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, the mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
StevenBrisson:
'Tis my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes!
StevenBrisson:
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow-ripening fruit.
StevenBrisson:
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower.
StevenBrisson:
Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong...sometimes it's letting go.
StevenBrisson:
Wind & Wildflowers
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Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no.
StevenBrisson:
We are all driven into the same fold.
StevenBrisson:
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
StevenBrisson:
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
