Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.

She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

Tears are the silent passion for suffering

My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

Love, like addiction, removes all choices...

Try to keep it simple.

The Internet is part of our evolution. The mystics used to say, 'We can travel across the planet in a thought.' Now we really can. We can be connected with a million people at a time.

What comes to pass does so not so much because a few people want it to happen, as because the mass of citizens abdicate their responsibility and let things be.

Security is a process, not a product.

Unfortunately, Florida is a mecca for the shyster element, and there are apparently no rules on the kinds of advertising a lawyer can do.

We must meditate, brothers. These grapes will yield no wine we tread upon it.

To accomplish much you must first lose everything.

I don't exist to build a genre. I exist to build the Kingdom.

We suffer from the illusion that the faster we run, the more likely we are to grasp happiness. The truth is that the velocity necessary for success rarely exceeds the rate of reflection.