“Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.”

I stare at your lips and fall in love with the way they form what you say.

Was I born patient or have the years of waiting taught me to be?

All we can control in this silly and wildly perfect life is the love that we choose to give out without any regard to ever getting it back in return.

I would rather hurt, and walk through the flames you leave, than never feel you.

If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me too.

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.

I am made of more; More than tears, more than heartache, More than all of this.

I would be lying if I said there were not times that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin.

If you give me home I will give you adventure. It’s both we can have.

I believe in love at first sight but I will always believe that the people we love we have loved before.

Let it go, just let it go, but if I set down that weight what will show my arms they are strong?

And the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.

I’ll never ask you to be anything other than exactly you.

She is she alone, and never needs help from me to be all she is.

Directors have a tendency to use their hands like orchestra conductors.

I hear better with a pen in my hand.

And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours

I had thought for years, probably 30 or 40 years, that it would be a lot of fun to try my hand at a classic English mystery novel.

If you try to give an on-the-one-hand-or-the-other- hand answer, only one of the hands tends to get quoted.

You’ll be a lot less likely to be caught up in bias or prejudice or be influenced by people who ask you to hand over your brains, your soul or your money because they have everything all figured out for you.

Every living thing like a mountain stream that flows out o’er the land. I volunteer for the journey from here to heaven’s gate. I will do my part I place my heart in Your gracious hands.

To be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren’s hands.