"The voice of the sea is seductive; never seacing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring inviting the soul to wander for a spell in the abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace." -The Awakening by Kate Chopin
"His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited... Then he kissed her.. and the incarnation was complete." - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald((it is love))
querido now that you're in my life, you are my brightest day when you came you chased my blues away and you know youre all that i been waiting on and all the stars i wish upon and so i said thank you for being there because you and me are gonna be alright so thank you for lovin me long because you and me are gonna be alright
umm, gone with the wind, THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!! sixteen candles, pretty in pink, weird science, say anything and better off dead (i swear that john cusak was so effing hot in the early eighties!!!!!!!!!!) friday night lights, mean girls, mystic river, the little mermaid, cinderella story, cinderella, finding nemo, monsters inc, charlottes web, james and the giant peach, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, narnia, charlie brown christmas, star wars, and alot more...i told you that this is hard
ONE TREE HILL AND GILMORE GIRLS...thats all i have to say
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I am not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and-- somehow -- the wine.
-billy collins
JESUS, christopher, amanda, my gramma, my mom, my little brother Eric, rae, my langostita kristen, my big sister, rodge, mrs valencia, ...a few more people!