I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?”“In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.

Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

What we choose to embrace, to be responsive to, is the purest reflection of who we are and what we love.

Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.

The floor is milk, churn it and make it butter.

Death and the sun are not to be looked at steadily.

Everywhere, authority and tradition have to justify themselves in the face of questions.

All cities are geological and three steps cannot be taken without encountering ghosts.

It isn't. The Book of Abraham is not central to the restored gospel of Christ.

Genius is the power to labor better and more availably. Deserve thy genius: exalt it.