“Only god can bring dry bones back to life.”

Be unafraid in the pursuit of truth.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

I’ll see your darkness and love you anyway.

People are like water you can’t contain them.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

After you, I never found my way back home.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Love is the answer to most of life’s questions.

It doesn’t matter how rich you are, if you don’t have love.

When we met, I knew I had loved you for many lifetimes.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.

Listen to your body – she never lies.

Open your eyes – love is everywhere.

The fog hides what’s right in front of us – love does that too.

Let go of the hands that don’t want to hold yours.

The power that created all the stars in the universe is also in you.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, someone comes into your life who’ll take up a place in your heart that no one else can fill, someone who’s tighter than a twin, more with you than your own shadow, who gets deeper under your skin than your own blood and bones.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

Yeah lets grow old together, But promise me we’ll always have youth in our bones.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.