“It turns out the monster in you overshadowed the ghost of kindness I so believed in.”

It’s funny how things can be so temporarily permanent.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

Maybe we’ll meet on the beach sand in our shoes, waves in our guts flowers blooming by some miracle because you always had the talent to make those happen.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

You left flowers on my bedside as if I were my tomb clumsy words that don’t begin to heal my wounds “I’m sorry” scrawled on a post-it.

You are what you want, Do you want who you are?

Bound by rose thorns, pricked by love.

We burn incandescent memories lungs aching with washed-out oxygen as if we weren’t to meet again.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

Everyone says the door is open with a smile until the door is not opened and the house collapses and they finally realize why they needed a door in the first place.

Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.

Swallowing the negative words rising up my throat; I am writing my days with smiles and laughter.

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

You keep asking if I want more – Yet how could I ever say yes?

Sun rising slowly, frost hanging in the plush air; The skies are ablaze.

Be the root of my passion; young love, just you and me.

Go ahead and believe in God , if you like, but don’t imagine that you have been given any grounds for such a belief by science.

Believe that He loves you. He wants to help you Himself in the struggles which you must undergo. Believe in His Love, His exceeding Love.

What seems to me white, I will believe black if the hierarchical Church so defines.

The problem of disbelieving in God is not that a man ends up believing nothing. Alas, it is much worse. He ends up believing anything.

If in our hearts we really don’t believe that God loves us as we are, if we are still tainted by the lie that we can do something to make God love us more, we are rejecting the message of the cross.

Childlike surrender and trust, I believe, is the defining spirit of authentic discipleship.

People are really concerned about my relationship status. When I tell people I’m happy being single, they don’t believe me. They say: ‘You have to be miserable being alone’.

Never explain – your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.