“Sometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.”

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

I’ve been trying to put the pieces of my puzzle back together but my hands are far too shaky to put my life in order.

You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.

I’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.

I threw up all my feelings for you – I couldn’t keep them down any longer; You taste like lies And it makes me sick.

You have the heart of a supernova the fire burns with such impenetrable heat, and don’t you ever let anyone try to extinguish the inferno you carry inside.

The most important thing Is to get those words out you can fuss about Then re-write later.

There’s no room for doubts when you have dreams as big as yours.

I remain busy constantly on the move, For I just don’t like how I feel when I’m standing still.

I find the motion of this world to be overwhelming, for it just keeps on spinning even when I just can’t seem to catch my breath.

You’ve kept me locked inside Your darkness for so long.

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!

When you’re dead, you don’t breathe, you don’t see, you don’t feel, you don’t love.

I like going to areas where the murder rate is high and dropping it.

Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and – as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis – emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.

Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office.’

As new chapters are born, old chapters die. Everything ceases at some point. I know it’s sad, but life goes on.

Beauty is no dead thing. It is the manifestation of God in nature. There is not one object in nature untouched by man that is not beautiful, for God’s manifestation is beauty. It shines through all His works, and not only in those that may give pleasure to man.

Nationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century.