I need to be with someone who can operate a helicopter.
Invisible ink is what lies under, between, outside the lines, hidden until the right reader discovers it.
You can trust that little screwball with your life or your hopes or your weaknesses, and she wouldn’t even know how to think about letting you down.
The hottest love has the coldest end.
I’d rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are, because a could-be is a may-be who is reaching for a star. I’d rather be a has-been than a might-have-been by far, because a might-have-been has never been but a has was once an are.
Tho’ her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.