I'm collecting for God. Can you spare a smile?
Tickles are what power my giggle machine.
If we are to climb that mountain, we had better find that molehill.
The depth of my feelings is proportional to the depth of the color.
It's when we're inches apart and not speaking or touching each other that I feel that we are miles apart.
The language of God is color because, it's the only thing that everyone understands. And even if you're blind to the world you can still hear the color in everything.If you don't believe me, close your eyes and listen to the wind and feel it on your skin; listen to the birds as they call one another and feel the sunlight on your face.That's love and that's what color is and that is the language of God.
No one can put words into my mouth, but they can put thoughts into my head.
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