I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.

Birds fly in the sky without the fear of fall. We too must have the Courage to take Risks and grow tall.

There is a rich literature on how to break out of quandary thinking. It suggests that sometimes it helps to turn from the abstract to the concrete.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age when no man dies for love except upon the stage.

The heart that is to be filled to the brim with holy joy must be held still.

The fire of my adversity has purged the mass of my acquaintance.

My favorite thing to do is eat and eat well.

It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.