I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner then you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

We are stimulated to emotional response, not by works that confirm our sense of the world, but by works that challenge it.

Faith never goes contrary to reason -- faith simply ignores reason and rises above it.

They say money can't buy happiness? Look at the smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby!

Seeing no resolution to my existential recognition of loss, I decide to eat lunch.

Before beginning [to try to prove Fermat's Last Theorem] I should have to put in three years of intensive study, and I haven't that much time to squander on a probable failure.

True country music is honesty, sincerity, and real life to the hilt.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!