“I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.”

Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.

The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.

Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.

I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

Fears are a kind of prison that confines you within a limited range of action. The less you fear, the more power you will have and the more fully you will live.

If a man had nothing that was worth dying for, then he was not fit to live.

That was a judicious mother who said, “I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.

Knowing what you want, but not living that way – as motivation waits.

No people are true Christians who do not think constantly of how they can lift their brother and sister, how they can assist their friends, how they can enlighten mankind, how they can make virtue the rule of conduct in the circle in which they live.

Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.

I think we live in an age of increasing mediocrity.

An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.