If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

If the sun rolled back like an eye, it would see the mind of God.

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

Outer beauty pleases the EYE. Inner beauty captivates the HEART.

I can’t help but think, ’ Park would say during taekwando. ‘I can’t turn off my brain.

Most people couldn't be rich if they wanted to be honest

Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units.

There is no counsel like God's counsel. No comfort like His comfort. No wisdom more profound than the wisdom of the Scriptures.

The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.

It's a lot of money, but in reality what's important is the kids health. I suppose the day could come where we could walk away from it and figure out a new way for (that) funding.

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

You know that the formula is askew when even if the formula is working, it's not; when even if everything's going right, something is wrong.

A soldier is the most-trusted profession in America. Americans have trust in you because you trust each other. No matter how difficult times are, those of us who love the Army must stick with it.