“Do you see who I am beyond your judgment? I lay with my core, and there is a force in there.”

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Meet me with authenticity or not at all.

Don’t fear it. That pull between your heart and mind. It is trying to teach you. It is learning your language.

It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.

If my skin is going to crawl, I pray it crawls into safer spaces.

I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.

It is a valuable thing to learn the difference between who is in your corner and who is in your way.

Let your love be bigger than your anger.

For each person you encounter is also you.

Letting go is actually the easiest decision we can make. We become so adapted to the weight of our heavy hearts that being light again is a foreign language.

Your love turns my love into a healthy home.

I was deeply, delightfully in love with a guy whose forceful intellect and ambition could possibly end up swallowing mine.

More than a decade of continuous war and tough combat operations in Iraq and Afghanistan gave birth to a new generation of leaders in the ranks of America’s fighting forces.

Staying ahead of the curve prevents a leader from being overwhelmed when pressure is applied and enables greater decisiveness.

Art perpetuates beauty. Beauty is a symptom of the force that is nature. You are a force of nature, I love you.

I have never thought, for my part, that man’s freedom consists in his being able to do whatever he wills, but that he should not, by any human power, be forced to do what is against his will.

If force compels obedience, there is no need to invoke a duty to obey, and if force ceases to compel obedience, there is no longer any obligation.

A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.

In respect of riches, no citizen shall ever be wealthy enough to buy another, and none poor enough to be forced to sell himself.