John Mark Green Quotes

She is a wild, tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered

No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.

You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

I hear your voice, and all feels rightwith the world again.

I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.

Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you, " he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.

As the waves relentlessly seek the shore, so my thoughts continually return to you.

Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom.

I'm a pusher dealing hope, at the intersection of Desire and Despair.

Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.

Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.

After what she's been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.

And if the stars should ever die, we'll make our own light, you and I.

One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.

You’ll never have control over other people's decisions, or what cards life deals you. Your power lies in the choosing of your response. That is the one thing you can control.

Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.

Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.

As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.

Hope is a flower which refuses to be crushed under life's brutal heel.

In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.

You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?

I'll be your blanket, baby. Wrap yourself up in me. Let me give you shelter, in the winter of this world.

The self-righteous scream judgments against others to hide the noise of skeletons dancing in their own closets.

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

Refuse to blame yourself for not being 'good enough

And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

We're all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

Opening to love will always involve risk, but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim, the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

When life gets dark, that's when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.

When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.

Your transformation will begin the moment you stop worrying for someone rise to rescue you.

The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.

Within every heart's Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.

You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.

With rough hands and gentle heart, I'll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.

Please thaw my permafrost heart.

My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.

Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?

Even when your heart is blue, I'll safely hold it. I really don't mind these indigo-stained hands.

Sometimes it feels like you've set off a spectacular lightning show in my heart, and I wonder if other people can see the flashes through my skin.