You're never going to be ready"..."Don't you see that? You have to forget about ready. If you don't, you're always going to run away

I'm sorry I left without telling you, " she says. "I wasn't ready. I wanted it so much, and I wasn't ready for that.

I hate that word. Straight. At the very least, those of us who are nonstraight should get called curvy. Or scenic. Actually, I like that: 'Do you think she's straight?' 'Oh no. She's scenic

You’re my best friend, You’re my love, You’re my life.I can’t wait tomake youmy wife!Love, Ryan

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

The only thing of value on this earth is that each of us is an individual and not a cog in a machine. No man is better than another because of circumstance or fortune, but each important to his own.

Why, it would be such fun, ' he chuckled, 'to just forget all about the hours when the sun didn't shine, and remember only the nice, pleasant ones.

The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever

He rested his head on top of mine and whispered, "I'm warning you now. I'm a horrible patient." I smiled in spite of myself and pulled back. "Of course you are. That's why you're a doctor.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no fibs.

And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.

If we attempt to sink the soul in matter, its light is quenched.

We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.