“I wonder how different the world would be if we all said what we meant and meant what we said? – speak up.”

We listen less often because the sound of silence is deafening to us.

I’m in a constant state of finding myself then losing her all over agin. – the cycle.

If you stay long enough I’ll turn you into poetry. – please stay.

Silence is a death sentence when your voice can save a life.

Life really falls like gentle rain in june instead it tries to drown us by a sudden monsoon.

I wonder how different the world would be if we all said what we meant and meant what we said? – speak up.

The lord does not wade in shallow waters.

I know your story is hard to tell without choking up or caving in but the world could learn a lesson or two from the one who weathered silent storms. – silent storms.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

You can’t blame her for drifting away when you never asked her ship to stay. – abandonment ship.

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.

It’s okay to slow down. (here’s the permission you don’t need.)

I’ve never known anyone I was afraid to lose until I met you. – You.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

Indeed, man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?

I know my flavor’s going to work because I just know there’s not a lot of guys like me around. So you got to figure out what’s that about you.

People imagine that actors are being offered everything and you are not. So things come in and sometimes there are things that I want and can’t get a meeting on, or go to a different actors.

Who knows whether it is not true that phosphorus and mind are not the same thing?

I love women. I actually prefer girls, as a parent, because they disappoint at a different age. They go through that, “Dad’s an idiot,” which lasted a little longer than I’d like.

It’s about pursuing it rather than waiting to see what comes along. That’s partly because I found myself getting typecast, as everyone does unless they pursue roles that are very different from what they’ve done before.

Having sisters is the best. I have a different relationship with each of them. I go to Kim for fashion advice, Khloe is always boy and family advice, and Kourtney is like another mother to me.

Someone who’s fake is someone who acts one way around their family and their close friends, but once they get out in the public, they’re this whole different person.