Poetry to me is prayer.

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.

God’s grace gives strength overcome any situation.

Beside her I felt grey, like she had all the colours I'd ever need.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Praying's the end of preaching.

I never met a lasagna I didn't like

Religion is a thing to be lived. It is not merely sophistry.

One person told me that Christians believe in a king. We believe in a King Jesus who oversees the affairs of mankind. Maybe we're reaching for an earthly king.

When we love, it is not necessary to understand what is happening outside, because everything happens inside us instead.

There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities.

It's too late to apologize for. I have already forgiven you.