“Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.”

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I hate commas in the wrong places.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

The real war will never get in the books.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

The past is an empty battleground.

God has defended you in battles you never even knew about.

This pandemic has felt like a constant battle between grief and gratitude.

Even if you look for peace in the places you won the war, you will not find any.

Who will you bring into battle? Who will blindly follow your lead? No questions asked, no hesitation. Have your back regardless, all doubts paid no heed.

People are not born warriors! But there are battles, they didn’t even chose to be in but have to fight for survival, which make them fierce and ruthless warriors.