A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

A vision is something that holds you up when everyone pushes you down.

Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.

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

I have a wonderful husband. I have three amazing kids.

Everything you do has to drive content, and the rest takes care of itself.

The true church lives and moves and has its being in prayer.

Self-satisfaction and self-pity are both condemned. What are people permitted to feel about themselves?

I believe we exist in a multiverse of universes.

As you climb, you grow deeper in the foundation, so it makes our foundation deeper.

Ignorance is the beginning of knowledge; knowledge is the beginning of wisdom; wisdom is the awareness of ignorance.