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I got the sun in my pocket and the moon in my hand.
Indoor plumbing... it's gonna be huge.
Well I don't know if I'm walking on solid ground
Obligation or Free Will?
If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I loved you then as I love you still
Under the Circumstances
So why does it seem
Lover lover talk to me
The Christmas Ball
Spending the Night
Never made it as a wise man
“All those with your name on, you can claim as your own,” James said motioning to the presents.
A Delayed Christmas Gift
“Make sure he doesn’t get cold.”
She took his hand and stroked its palm gently.
“Who says I need to be drunk to dance with you?” Lily said in a seductive voice. James looked aside with an utterly surprised look.
“It’s too cold here outside for my fragile flower,” Lily sighed before taking the jacket off and handing it back to James.
Ah, we kiss again!
"We’re James Potter and Lily Evans, we’re sworn enemies,” Lily said before leaving the Common Room while she silently ordered everything to stop spinning.
A New Personality
Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality - Viktor E. Frankl
When arguing with a stone an egg is always wrong.
When the Sun Goes Down
Research is the name given the crystal formed when the night's worry is added to the day's sweat. - Martin H. Fischer
Keeping up Appearances
The world is governed more by appearance than realities so that it is fully as necessary to seem to know something as to know it. - Daniel Webster
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us. - Robert Louis Stevenson
The greatest wealth is health. - Virgil
No painter's brush, nor poet's pen
My Own Heaven
There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.
Sleep at a Funeral
O sleep, O gentle sleep,
The sun, the beach, the party... the drama.
"We have to help her."
Some say love it is a river,
“No! The phoenix felt love, as it does still.”
Sadness like water raining down.
It's hard to answer the question "what's wrong" when nothing's right.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things, hope, a dream of possibilities.
And they’re all born pretty in New York City tonight
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