And you find that sometimes you search to fill a void that doesn’t exist until you venture out far enough to create it.

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

I lived for so long without you, only dreaming of the concept of you. And, now that I know you, I can't imagine going back there... to a me that didn't know your name.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

We can feel damaged and sad and mad and know that it doesn’t make us any less worthy than when we didn’t feel that way.

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.

Fear is a fickle friend who will loyally stand by your side as long as you allow it to diminish you.

Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

There is a reasonthat the worldis not black and white, for chaosdemands color.

I promise permanence. I promise persistence. I promise that falling in love was just the beginning for us.

So many questionsbut nothing to say, in this current momentwe are still so farfrom the answers.

The throne of grace is the gospel of salvation.

I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.

I wouldn't have wished for something hoping that I wouldn't get it. I wouldn't have wished for it knowing that I'd get it

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

I was always such a people-watcher. I would sit on street corners alone and watch people and make up stories about them in my head. Then, all of a sudden, I was the one being watched.

The whole idea of civilization as an understandable narrative is a bit nuts. It's the most problematic of delusions.

Those who are in a state of salvation are to attribute it to sovereign grace alone, and to give all the praise to Him who maketh them to differ from others.

The northern people are riders and the southern people sailors; it is said quite true.

Our goal, as Christians, is to dominate society

Every genuine poet is necessarily a Columbus. America existed for centuries before Columbus but it was only Columbus who was able to track it down.