Melody Lee Quotes

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

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

My soul must reach into the clouds and touch the beauty of madness.

I keep stars in my pockets wear daisies in my hair but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart and take you everywhere.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones... Don't expect me to graze with sheep.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

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

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

She's burning and out of control and everything I love about fire.

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.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

You are not going to burn out, you're just beginning. You have an entire galaxy of stars burning fiercely inside of you and once the blaze begins it's impossible to annihilate. Passion can't be contained.

She is psychic a little voodoo magic soulful with cranberry lips eyes full of fantastic.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am skin, but underneath lives fire and stars and wild!

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

They should have warned you that little princesses grow up to be red rocks and raging seas, fire dragons and warrior queens.

She’s a galaxy of bright hues, and her heart contains a universe of love. She is starlight.

She doesn’t burn bridges, she covers them in gypsy flowers and feather kisses, then strolls along her merry way. Too heavy to carry grudges, she leaves love and hope droplets wherever she goes.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

You're sexy and suave and you say the right things, but unless you can reach into my soul and tantalize my mind our connection will be null and void.

She’s always been a wild forest, a creature of the night.

He wasn't like a moth attracted to her flame. No, he was like a vampire, in love with her eternal darkness.

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

The feeling of being both trapped and free at the same time is the most mind twisting feeling of all.

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.

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.

Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine.

Some people have hollow souls. They’ll see your light and like a moth to a flame, they’ll gravitate toward you. Be cautious, for these souls will attempt to steal your joy and try robbing the sparkle from your eyes.

Get messy. Play in the dirt. Take a few falls, let them happen. Cuts and bruises, scrapes and scars are good for the soul – You bleed, you heal, you rise.

You’ve got to plant flowers in the center of your soul if you want to bloom.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

You taste like Strawberry stars On my lips.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

I would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.

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.

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.

If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull out your firefly net and catch me in the beauty of your tender love.

You can chain the dragon, but you’ll never tame the beast.

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

I’ll always be the yearning poet Bleeding ink Chasing stars Drunk on dreams.

You broke me I’m trying to put all the pieces back together The process is taking longer than expected.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

Save the drama for the queens. Stand alone be a wolf, a rebel, a warrior, a savage, a badass. Be anything but a damn drama queen!

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.

Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.

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

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

If you're afraid of the thorn, you truly don't deserve the rose.

Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

My hair smells of oceanic wind My eyes are two starfish The charming, turquoise sea is seducing me The rhythms of the calming Crashing waves are my guide Omnipotent, almost holy, They seek to cleanse my polluted soul Here, by the seductive sea, I am unshackled. I am free. I am me.

We were not of this world— Dancing with fireflies we lit up the night sky embracing the darkness and light within each other. We tasted of salt and earth and flesh. He dissolved in me, while I melted with him. Together, he and I became intensity, perfect insanity. Ethereal, eternal, omnipotent, limitless— We loved beyond this world.

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.

She’s not particularly fond of red roses; too common, unoriginal, everyday-ish, but give her the rare rose, black or blue, to complement her melancholy spirit and dark soul and she lights up like the brightest star on the darkest night.

Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation.

He was a maniac utterly devoted to loving me, and I loved him in return, unapologetically.

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.

Suddenly, two shooting stars collided. Our souls merged.

Their eyes met, their souls locked, you could feel heat as the love between them caught fire as an explosion of two souls bursting in the atmosphere.

Once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover.

Night time You’ll find her there Blooming Like a night rose.

I have an attraction to strange and unusual things. I find them interesting, spellbinding, utterly fascinating.

It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.

I'm a tad insane, but I promise you won't forget me.

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

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.

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

She doesn't trust easily, but when she does it's always with the devil himself.

He is the shadow that follows me into dark places.

Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.

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

You drink your whiskey, I’ll drink my wine. Later when we’re fevered and tipsy we’ll make savage love divine. Until then, let’s swim in the warm, opal sea of each other. Crash a few innocent waves, skinny dip, laugh and get lost in those blood-pumping hearts, and for a time forget all our broken parts.

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.

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So, I did, I listened closely to the timbre of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

You are the calmest, fiercest person I know, and that is enough to draw me into your world and woo me into your heart. I've always enjoyed a good paradox and puzzle. You are no exception.

The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She’s got wild overgrowing in her bones, and tangles upon tangles of midnight weaving through her long silky hair, this belle of the night.

I am simply a complicated girl Mesmerized by mystery Enchanted with shadows Intrigued by glitter and gray in each of us A girl fascinated with word-play; Paradoxes, ironies, conundrums In love with adventure and curious about the world A girl who feels and dreams deeply Loves passionately Lives recklessly But about all else, I am a girl insanely in love with you! You are my greatest inspiration!

I am an artist, and a rebel one at that. I live in the voluptuous dimension of imagination, so if you're expecting normalcy (dullness) from me, sorry to disappoint, but you're quite mistaken. Ordinary is not my best attire, I've tried it and normal just never fit quite right. I will always be the crazy one who believes in magic, unicorns and impossible dreams. But also love, compassion and empathy.

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.