Quotes...

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

That last one is so much me... I do that all the time... :D

(no subject)

Is it a skill
a talent,
the guiding light of fate,
or just blind luck?
I simply sit
and start to write
oft times unsure
of where the words will take me
and just as frequently
I guide them myself
but either way
as leader
or follower
I am slave to the words
A servant to their whims
and yet a happy one
content with my lot
and honoured
in my service
my duty to share
whatever the words share
with me

(no subject)

Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
My love is blind
Can't you see my desire?

I keep coming back
searching for you
failure upon failure
my love is true

Every moment away
burns worse than fire
so I fly back to you
driven by desire

Your light entices
draws my gaze
I long only to be
buried in your blaze

*Italicised are lyrics from my current music :)