“Caution: I’m broken, and sometimes my sharp edges hurt the ones that get too close.”

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

I will be the light you can cling to when your darkness lingers.

She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.

No matter how desperately I want to stop falling I am already in motion.

If we let love in the light will follow the shadow will creep back to their corners the consuming dark will vanish morning will find us we will make it to the dawn together.

You will always be worth saving.

If I am the night’s last lonely lantern you can count on me I won’t let the darkness creep in I won’t let the light abandon you.

Wishes are simply dreams we weren’t brave enough to chase after.

If death comes to claim us, my soul will wander until we meet again.

Your love insists I keep breathing.

Your eyes are grey storm clouds. I search for them in the downpour.

She is fading she is falling she is flying.

I found love in the lost. I found a home in the dark.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

No man can break any of the Ten Commandments. He can only break himself against them.

Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Now all that’s left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.

It takes a habit to break a habit. You can pray every day for a generous heart, but until you start acting in that direction, nothing’s going to change.

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown.

You were so gentle with my messy burdens, my tender wounds and the cracks in my broken soul that I became gentle with them, too.

I hunted all through the four Gospels trying to find one of Christ’s funeral sermons, but I couldn’t find any. I found He broke up every funeral He ever attended! Death couldn’t exist where He was.