“In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.”

Your love was the kind of love too beautiful to touch and too wild to let go.

I strive to wake up every single morning saying to myself – you got this shit.

Her smile can cure every heartache and pull a man out of depression – or atleast it did with me.

Today and every day after that we start with ourselves always.

While others tried to tame her wild, she carries inside her, I only wished I could be a part of it.

Do your soul a favor and smile with your heart.

Never give too much of yourself to someone else – the power should always stay with you.

I’m not broken, I am just reshaping into something better, brighter, bolder.

Don’t lose hope of seeing the top of the mountain just because there are some clouds in the way – this moment is not your forever.

Being around their presence means shit if their heart is miles apart.

I got lost in her eyes and frankly I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I want to get lost with you, the kind of lost where we find ourselves.

I love you in the evening, I miss you in the morning and in between, I run wild with you in my dreams.

I swear the stars align at night just to see you smile.

Know it in your heart that even the brightest days started out in darkness.

Change shouldn’t scare you, but the thought of staying the same should.

In Spiritual formation we are aiming at a character and life that is so shaped that the deeds of Christ routinely and easily come from what is inside.

It is the only thing we can do. Each of us must turn inward and destroy in himself all that he thinks he ought to destroy in others. And remember that every atom of hate that we add to this world makes it sill more inhospitable

Of a young hermit, an old devil.

They feel they have to look after their image.

That I should die next week, I would still be able to sit at my desk all week and study with perfect equanimity, for I know now that life and death make a meaningful whole.

Put me in front of a crowd of science teachers or astronauts! The guileless aren’t our audience – it’s the critical thinkers we love.

Our relations with others are not external. They enter into our very identity. And that’s why people struggle with them so.

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.