When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

I was no longer able to hear the music that issues from a decent piece of prose.

... I guessed that when you are nearly a man, you have to learn to put up with a lot of aggravation from little old bitty kids.

A simple pecking order has always characterized mankind's relationship to waste: The wealthy throw out what they do not want, the poor scavenge what they can, and whatever remains is left to rot.

The better you know yourself, the better your relationship with the rest of the world.

I think, often, when you are in just a lot of pain, it comes out as anger.

You can always make time to do the thing you want to do, if you want it enough.

They say that breaking up is hard to do, now I know, I know that it's true.

I suffered from eating disorders when I was just a kid. I did not like me or the way I looked. But back then, you could not tell anyone.

Loved ones. They are my backbone. They are the people that I turn to when I need the most support and the people who come to me when they are in need.

Chris Chandler is the best performance poet I have ever seen.