A person who plays the game knowing he will win, doesn’t impress me as much as the person who plays the game even though he knows that he might lose.

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

The heaviest penalty for declining to rule is to be ruled by someone inferior to yourself.

If they want you to cook the dinner, at least they ought to let you shop for some of the groceries.

Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.

To grow mature is to separate more distinctly, to connect more closely.

If you live your life burning for the highest possibility, in that burning itself, there is liberation.

Characters last. Beautiful writing lasts. A compelling narrative lasts. Art survives long after ideas go extinct.

Once I realized that right thinking is vital to victorious living, I got more serious about thinking about what I was thinking about, and choosing my thoughts carefully.

The way to resumption is to resume.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.