“Please don’t break this heart, it’s endured so very much, it survived the fall.”

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.

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

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.

I will wait, I am waiting, and I will love you with all the love I posses until this body is ash and I begin my search for you again.

All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I’ve ever known.

Look up more than down. See more than say. Listen more than speak. Hope more than dread. Believe more than criticize. Yes more than no. No more than maybe. Laugh more than cry. Love more than hate. See. More. See.

Just keep waking up, dragging yourself out of bed. It will get better.

I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful you make my body forget it has knees at all.

I find you in storms, I feel you in the lightning, I miss you in rain.

If I had to sum up my practical skills, I would use one word: survival. And operating a hedge fund utilized my training in survival to the fullest.

If you really love someone and care about him, you can survive many difficulties.

Any society begins by realizing that together, by helping each other, you can survive better than if you fight each other and compete with each other.

Your fear is 100% dependent on you for its survival.

The good ideas will survive.

Each and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.

Of course we’re doing it for the money. We’ve always done it for the money.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.