“Life is so fragile, yet we beat it to death and expect to live longer.”

The pain of inevitable loss should never outweigh the privilege of love.

Dear swimmer, saltwater’s not for sinking it’s supposed to help you float. – float.

I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

We listen less often because the sound of silence is deafening to us.

I’m in a constant state of finding myself then losing her all over agin. – the cycle.

If you stay long enough I’ll turn you into poetry. – please stay.

Silence is a death sentence when your voice can save a life.

Life really falls like gentle rain in june instead it tries to drown us by a sudden monsoon.

I wonder how different the world would be if we all said what we meant and meant what we said? – speak up.

The lord does not wade in shallow waters.

I know your story is hard to tell without choking up or caving in but the world could learn a lesson or two from the one who weathered silent storms. – silent storms.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

You can’t blame her for drifting away when you never asked her ship to stay. – abandonment ship.

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

The best moments can’t be preconceived. I’ve spent a lot of time in editing rooms, and a scene can be technically perfect, with perfect delivery and facial expression and timing, and you remember all your lines, and it is dead.

By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this — One of you is lying.

I will be dead in a few months. But it hasn’t given me the slightest anxiety or worry. I always knew I was going to die.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.

I don’t have any favourite lyrics. Honestly, all of them I love ’em to death – it’s the same with songs. I don’t have just one favourite lyric, I love them all.

No one asks how to motivate a baby. A baby naturally explores everything it can get at, unless restraining forces have already been at work. And this tendency doesn’t die out, it’s wiped out.

The bible teaches that women brought sin and death into the world. I don’t believe that any man ever talked with god. The bible was written by man out of his love of domination.

Truth is often eclipsed but never extinguished.