“And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.”

It breaks you before it makes you.

That’s the thing about hope. It hides in all the darkest places.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

Your heart has no reason to lie to you.

If you’re growing, trust me, you’re still young.

Even in the smallest whispers, love always echoes back.

Stop holding so tightly onto your love. The wind knows where it needs to go.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

Truly saddened by the loss of one of the greatest fashion icons of all time. Oscar de la Renta will be greatly missed.

When I go home, sometimes, even when I had an amazing game, I always think about what I missed.

Bipartisanship is not what is missing in Washington. Common sense is.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

Don’t quit. For if you do, you may miss the answer to your prayers.

How unfortunate that we tend to miss the ones who leave but neglect the ones who stay.

Of all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.

I was missing out on public school and going to the football games, prom or homecomings. But I’ve been to three World Championships. So I think it’s like a win-win.