“You heard me. You ain’t blind.”

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.

Eyes closed, hearts open. Vulnerable, I surrender. Trust fall, please catch me.

He found peace in his own storms, but when he loves, he still has the thunder in his eyes, a hurricane in his mind.

Get lost, just not in my eyes.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

Lips taste as honey eyes shine like stars hearts filled with fire.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

Her eyes showed him how old her wild soul is her bright smile showed how young her heart is.