There are people that damage you for life. The day they walked into your life will forever be a turning point you will use to label and count your years with... Your own BC and AD.

I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel.

You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

Build my night with your cheeks.

The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool!

Count your salted wounds then name themlike the stars of a bright constellationCount your scars and bruises then give themthe wings of forgiveness to fly

May you great success in all your daring adventures.

Real religion does not mean Gods - it does not mean Angels and Demons - it does not mean miracles of healing. Real religion is all about you and your fellow humans. There is nothing else.

Novelists invent characters

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter what fork you use.

Lack of forgiveness of others breeds lack of self-forgiveness.

The business man - the man to whom age brings golf instead of wisdom.

Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.

I'm still here, I'm still alive, I'm still blessed, on my way to my destiny, because the favor of God is on my life.

I am never proud to participate in violence, yet I know that each of us must care enough for ourselves that we can be ready and able to come to our own defence when and wherever needed.

A sight of the label is worth 50 years experience.