I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see.

Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.

Becoming a man means doing the right thing even though it may be hard or difficult. Boys do what is easiest. A man does what is right, whether easy or not.

Only you can know the difference between your wants and your needs, and your sacrifice of your life's time to both.

Reading teaches us the nuances of humanity. To find the beauty of what is moral and ethical in your own actions and discover the strange subtlety of what it is to question why you should exist.

A good man lives for the joy in life and the happiness of being alive, not shackled to the wants of the future or the regrets of the past.

You know there's got to be a better way of life - somewhere, sometime, somehow - but you're not exactly sure what better is.

Sometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore.

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm only a doorman awaiting the arrival of her royal majesty.

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.

When one is just sad one should just be alone.

Horror it has it's own strange stuff... brutal stuff and it's difficult understanding!?

All this is what it means to regret.

Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form: Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same.

Ivypool felt her mouth drop open "Hollyleaf? But...you you're dead!" "Obviously not, " the newcomer replied with an edge to her voice.

The more you say the less people remember. The fewer the words the greater the profit.

How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.

If you don’t know God as beautiful and satisfying, you don’t know him.

With empathy we don't direct, we follow. Don't just do something, be there.