Love is the poetry of our feelings. But there are some horrible poems.

Happiness is realizing that nothing is too important.

Making someone happy is perhaps the humblest way of approaching happiness.

Love is friendship with erotic moments.

I am not a pessimist. Just a well informed optimist.

The circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

I’m sorry, ” I whispered. “I never wanted this for you. This life…I knew it was going to kill me in the end. I wish you didn’t have to be here when it finally caught up.

There was a sense of tightness in the room now, filling the space. Attraction was like that. It filled. It poured into you like batter into a pan, sticking to the sides.

Words are very much my thing. I'm very picky and choosy with them. So, I kind of edit myself to the point of, almost stumping myself, sometimes.

Still, the music was always there, and the lyrical capability was always threatening to show its head.

I've got the body of a model and the face of a coal miner.

If you don't attempt things, you don't attract God.

The eyes are the landing strip to the heart.

Wishing will not make it so. The Lord expects our thinking. He expects our action. He expects our labors. He expects our testimonies. He expects our devotion.