the brightest kind of flame

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

I find that the grass is always greener on the other side because over there it is raining.

—you are where you are supposed to be. 

Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts.

—H. Jackson Brown Jr (via thresca)