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

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.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

There are also two kinds of truths: truth of reasoning and truths of fact.

He who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.

The gift of achievement is not the things you get, but the person you become.

She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.

We’ve been deceived by the thought that we would be more pleasing to God in our own way than in the way God has given us.

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.