“I wonder if the world I’m meant for just hasn’t been written yet.”

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I will sit with my feelings and you can sit with yours. But lets sit together so not to feel alone.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

I don’t tolerate it. I don’t accept it. I fucking celebrate it – love is love.

Sometimes I write so I can forget and sometimes I write so I won’t.

The smallest act of kindness can spread the greatest gift of hope.

How wonderful our life is. One has only to realize this and surround yourself with the right people.

Letting go of expectation make space for the possibility that may something far more wonderful will happen.

The more rocky the path, the more wonderful the target.

It’s always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery, the joy and the depth.

You can’t accomplish wonderful things with your life if you have no idea of what they are.

My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.

Christ is alive! He is our hope, and in a wonderful way he brings youth to our world.

This planet is a wonderful place, but a vulnerable place.