“Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.”

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.

Let a hundred flowers bloom.

Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.

The birth of a baby and the blooming of a flower are natural events, but the laboratory methods forever fail to give us the key to the secret of either.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

FORTRAN is not a flower but a weed – it is hardy, occasionally blooms, and grows in every computer.

Someone once said that under the bell jar of compliance, the only thing that blooms is rage.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.