“The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.”

I loved you with all my heart turns out a whole for some is barely apart.

The ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

There is a wild in you which thrives in places and on days, when, even the sun in you couldn’t survive.

Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.

Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.

She is wise, but still learning. She is brave, but ever thoughtful. She is deep, but still has oceans left to fill.

Being humble isn’t thinking less of yourself, its thinking of yourself less.

Without Knowledge, Skill cannot be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without Strength, Knowledge may not be applied.

The dreams we imagine when we are asleep should not in any way make us doubt the truth of the thoughts we have when we are awake.

What a funny world we live in people live their days in pursuit of filling their hands with things only to depart this life empty handed.