“I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.”

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Be the reason someones today is better than yesterday.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

There’s just something about Highbury that is difficult to describe. When you first arrive, you hardly see the stadium and wonder where it is but then you find it between two blocks of flats.

She smiles and life isn’t as hard as it used to be.

It was a very long and hard decision. My dad kept telling me, ‘You can always go to college, but you can’t always go pro.’ That made sense to me.

I’ve been lucky – all the ads I’ve got, I’ve got to be myself. I haven’t had to act too much or tried too hard to be someone I’m not. I think that’s why people sort of like them. Even the Fastrack ads I did with Genelia.

I hated writing ‘Love Warrior.’ It’s the hardest thing I’ve every written. I cried.

It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.