This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

I was a total metal-head as a teen. I still love it, too.

In exalting the faculties of the soul, we annihilate, in a great degree, the delusion of the senses.

I feel what I sing, and I sing what I feel. Really, that's all I can do.

I think there are many ways to serve your country.

Unless men see a beauty and delight in the worship of God, they will not do it willingly.

I'm a very proud person.

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.

It isn't the mountains that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.

Eddie Robinson is about one word: winning and losing.

I really don't care about being the first, so long as it inspires someone else to be the second.