I grow old on my bitterness.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

The headlines are never in the news! And so, what I am saying is the news is never on the headlines

We don't lose our loved ones when they die. We gain guardian angels. - Tanya Masse aka Comic Strip Mama

However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world’s emptiness clouds.

The history of apartheid-era South Africa is incredibly sad and at times infuriatingly incomprehensible.

To Christ we are to be always coming; upon Him always relying; to His precious blood always looking.

The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave.

I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.

There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.

Wrestling hurts. Your body's not meant to take that abuse. I've closed that door, but I don't know that I've locked it for good.