“You are a question that I’ll never know the answer to.”

I’d prefer to wield a rose than to wield the gun.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.

We are all marks of condensation on polished glass; steadily fading away.

The only person you’ll spend your entire life with is yourself. You should be your first focus.

Branches bow, longing to reach the crisp, punctured leaves, their old shedded skin.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

Make the choice; to be comfortable or to be alive.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

You’re an ocean that I can’t navigate. If storms wrack your surface, I dread to think what horrors lie in your depths.

The deepest relationships belong to the friends who were one lovers, and the lovers who were once friends.

The sun has one lesson for us: learn to see the light on a rainy day.

You are an ocean. I know your colors and the sound of your waves, but I’ll never see beneath your surface.

No matter what you’re told, there is honesty in passion and truth in messiness.

Do we only love the things we lose?

Three simple rules in life: If you do not go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you do not ask, the answer will always be no. If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place.

I think I unknowingly seek people who are better than me in the sense of strength and wisdom. It’s like I’ve got to know and trust that you have the answers and that you can carry me if needed.

To allow what you’re reading to pierce routines, safe and impermeable, in which ordinary carnal life is tracked, charted, channeled. Then, what of the right answers.

There will be an answer. Let it be.

I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me.

Any approach to scientific inference which seeks to legitimize it and answer in reponse to complex uncertainty is,

There is no promise God cannot keep, no prayer God will not answer, and no problem too hard for Him to solve.

Our prayers run along one road and God’s answers by another, and by and by they meet.