Best 209 quotes of Melody Lee on MyQuotes

Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.

A man once said of women, "Women are like roads, the more curves, the more fun, exciting and dangerous they are." While the evolved man smiles with class and confidence and says, women with more curves, twists and turns in her mind are the most beautiful, exciting, dangerous creatures alive. And the evolved woman, well, she will accept no less than the evolved man; a man with honor, dignity and depth.

Art is so many different things Our lives should be art— What we do, how we speak, how we think, how we create, how and what we feel, how we see the world, what we do with our God-given gifts. It’s all art, just not in the conventional sense. We are art.

Artists contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. We have a natural inclination to love and dream over the edge. This is our blessing. This is our curse. Our heaven, our hell.

As I lay like a corpse in this dreamy insomniac dimension, I spit quotes out of thin air and pluck strands from my red hair.

Be gentle with yourself while healing. And be prepared for great strength.

Believe me when I confess I am comfortable with the madness in you.

Be mindful of angels guiding and guarding your path. Walk with them.

Be so filled with inner glorious moonlight to forbid bullshit and drama sneaking in the back door. Keep the poison out, and the love and star glitter flowing in.

Beware, the moon is ablaze tonight. no telling what kind of insanity she’ll ignite. Listen to the wolves howl. Oh my, her highness is on the prowl.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

Broken hearts make beautiful wings.

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

Close your mouth and open your mind. Lose your self and find your soul.

Come play with my wild - I need my hair pulled, my lips kissed, your tender caress. I need your savage, I need your gentle. Only you know how to embrace my fire, the secrets I desire. Come play with my wild and I'll love you like there's no tomorrow.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world and within you, you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

Don't be afraid to wake up your dream... give it a hard nudge, a toss of cold water... make it leap, make it fly. Dreams won't come to life without action.

Don’t be so eager to arrive at your destination. Take the long way. Enjoy the ride, the view. Get a little lost, make new friends and a few mistakes along the way.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

Don’t bring confusion to my table. Bring flowers. Bring books. Bring cakes. But leave your indecisiveness behind. My heart is not up for breaking (again) and my time is precious. Don’t waste either on murky thoughts and cloudy thinking.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Don’t rule out magic in ordinary things. Simply open your heart Expand your mind and believe. Magic is all around; it can be felt in raindrops touching your cheeks and seen in rainbows after a storm. Falling in love is also a magical thing.

Don't say it doesn't make sense then tell me you feel your spine curve and chill humps rise all over your skin. That's all the sense it needs to make. That's what it's supposed to do. That's poetry darling; you feel it in your noes, it chills your skin-- poetry speaks to your soul, it burns within.

Don’t think for one second you can’t be anything you want to be— a warrior, a goddess, a queen-bee.

Don't think for second you are not a badass warrior. That's precisely your problem, you don't realize how amazingly brilliant and super kickass you are. Your potential is only limited by your mind.

Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

Drunk on imagination, that’s my kind of intoxication.

Electric interaction arose from our skin. I was learning him, he was discovering me.

Exploding into a million little pieces of stardust, you light up the darkness in my soul.

External events beyond your control; Refuse to give them power - let them go.

Fireflies, to me, are nighttime butterflies, Dazzling the night with magical flashes of light. When I see these teeny tiny sparks dart in the night, I am overcome with a sense of comfort and calm, Same as when a butterfly flutters around me during the day. I’m drawn to the dance of both astonishing critters. They remind me of life. They remind me of hope.

Follow your heart. Never go against what you feel is true If you hurt someone, apologize. It takes an evolved person to admit defeat, to admit being wrong. Be a big person and you won’t go wrong.

Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

From the ashes I rise. I am blooming into something radiant.

Get hobbies Experiment Be interested in various things But stay true to your values Realize though, as you grow Those values may change and that is okay As long as you are following your heart And not what others want or expect Because then you are not being true to you.

Go places, everywhere you can See the world— Bring a journal, a camera Try new foods Meet new people, make new friends Different cultures Bring you to your authentic self.

Greedy lovely beast who consumed my heart, devoured my soul, and left me with a madness; a wicked devil’s tongue. Now I write you in my 2 a.m. poems, and savor every fleshly word.

Groomed and clean cut are fine and dandy, but I want to run with the mad ones; the ones comfortable playing in overgrown forests, rolling in leaves, dancing under a scorching sun. The ones not afraid of getting dirty. Not afraid of burning.

Hair tangled with the wind Sun kissed face Lover of the forest the sea the sky and anything wild and free She’s a gypsy goddess.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so, what’s a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious rapturous love.

He filled my void and healed an emptiness deep within. Every time we touched stars sang in unison, the sky lit up and life seemed all the brighter.

He has dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far he is the purest heart I have ever known. My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.

He loved the curves on her body, her soft skin and pouty lower lip, her deep soulful eyes. He adored her voice; sometimes sultry, sometimes fiery. Her laugh, her playfulness... he adored it all. But what really turned him on were the curves in her mind, the twists and turns, the fire, the brilliance - and her compassionate heart; the beat of it harmonizing so sweetly and perfectly with the beat of his. The whole package was beyond thrilling... yet her mind, her heart, those were the immortal aphrodisiacs.

He permeated my heart with his adoring love he fed my body with his body, he doused my wanting desperate lips, my aching skin with sonnets and erotic intimacy.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

He was a late night shot of bourbon the taste of him left me burning with mouth on fire body full of desire.