Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate, , , The obliteration of memory.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.

I live in words. I like looking at things, but I don't have a strong visual imagination.

I think social media has taken over for our generation. It's a big part of our lives, and it's kind of sad.

For some reason,we keep forgetting some of our experience. We look back but don't bring the value forward. We bring the anger, the upset. We bring the fear.

How do you press a wildflower into the pages of an e-book?

Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.

Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.

Yes, there was music after all. The sound of the swamp rose up to him. The sound of frogs and crickets, of birds and 'gators, of life in every puddle and pond and knothole and leaf. I Travel By Night

We must stop posing as victims of the West and behaving negatively towards the West. We must participate with the West on an equal footing in the reconstruction of the world.