Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different...

Anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart ’til it reaches my outer me

She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

No matter how cold this world gets, please don’t lose touch of morality and allow it to turn your heart cold.

Living things don’t all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But...

A person with a cold heart can only show their love by being cold.

I’ll call you tomorrow”. And just because I’m here now it does not mean if you ask me to stay I will.