oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.

the opening, the breaking, the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting, the healing, the putting back togetheris always too long.

i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.

we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.

i am changingand i am loving change.

i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.

i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

Find the window of unconditional love in your heart and liberate yourself from the prison of judgemental and conforming thoughts.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

The best tests of my Christian growth occur in the mainstream of life, not in the quietness of my study

It's too easy to do a patriotic-themed show to crawl into people's hearts and minds.

People don't expect to die tomorrow, but they do take out insurance, don't they?

There is no top. There are always further heights to reach.

It's nice to be wanted in almost any capacity.

A certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts; but as soon as we have learned what to do with them, they become our own.

Those who are to change significantly that which they freshly encounter must themselves be changed by the changing of it.

Ric Flair is out there crying, his nose is running. He's probably drowning from the size of his nose running.