I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I fear one day I'll meet God, he'll sneeze and I won't know what to say

To lose--get angry and fight back. To win--forgive with love.

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

What the country needs are a few labor-making inventions.

There is no defense or security for any of us except in the highest intelligence and development of all.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

God appoints our graces to be nurses to other men's weaknesses.

My life before children I don't really remember. I've heard references to it, but I really don't remember.

Everyone goes through a hard time in their life.

Laugh and your life will be lengthened for this is the great secret of long life.