Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it, always.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.