If you follow a recipe for life, spontaneity will be cooked.

If you fatally kill fate,
your life sentence will be
to steer the reins of choice.

The voyage of a lifetime starts at the windowsill.

Emotional scars run deeper than the Nile
and often lie lurking behind a smile.

Setting sail using different moral compasses causes a relationship to go in circles.

Every atom in your body spins and dances
like a bee around the queen,
like a whirling dervish,
like the stars spiraling in a galaxy.
Yet why do you sit motionlessly watching Dancing With the Stars?