I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you're not losing anything worth having.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

this is her body this is her blood

You can elevate yourself to a level of higher consciousness simply by changing your thoughts, perceptions, and feelings.

If you're going to write about war, the ugly side is inevitable. Suffering and death are obviously part of war.

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

You wait for nothing if not for the word that will burst from the deep like a fruit among branches.

So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

Animals on factory farms all face pain and fear, just like the animals we share our homes with, yet are repeatedly abused in shocking ways.

Never consider whether you are of use; but ever consider that you are not your own but His.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.