“Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.”

Self Love – the most delicate intimacy.

I keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.

Keep your heart wilder than wild.

She’s got all the wildflower energy in her veins.

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.

Patience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.

If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to other living beings, then you’re a badass with the heart of an angel.

I’d like to be remembered for being a good, kind, loving, gentle man who attempted to live wisely, and who cared a lot.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

In a gentle way, you can shake the world.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness