i thank the universe for takingeverything it has takenand giving to meeverything it is giving-balance

he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me

stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you

I will not have youbuild me into your lifewhen what i want is tobuild a life with you-the difference

I will not have youbuild me into your lifewhen what i want is tobuild a life with you

isn't it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn't

i am not a hotel room. i am homei am not the whiskey you wanti am the water you needdon't come here with expectationsand try to make a vacation out of me

i am watersoft enoughto offer lifetough enoughto drown it away

for you to see beauty heredoes not meanthere is beauty in meit means there is beauty rootedso deep within youyou can’t help butsee it everywhere

i am a museum full of artbut you had your eyes shut

what terrifies me most is how wefoam at the mouth with envywhen others succeedbut sigh in reliefwhen they are failingour struggle tocelebrate each other iswhat's proven most difficultin being human

Be the change, you seek from society

Life has no meaning. It doesn't need a meaning. A meaning is an arbitrary thought formulation that we affix to it because we are in the mood. Life is its own raison d'etre.

We who have Christ's eternal life need to throw away our own lives.

With a sound like a bat hitting a watermelon, pirate fist connected with pirate jaw and a gold tooth bounced across the deck.

I got tired of reading that everybody was either coming out of the closet or they were abused or had some kind of substance problem.

For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness.

Men like me feel that untouchability is no integral part of Hinduism, it is an excrescence.

I don't read the Bible. Not because I don't want to, I just haven't got around to It yet. One day perhaps I'll pick it up and look at It.

And remember, that is the criterion. If a person can enjoy and celebrate his death, that shows he has lived rightly; there is no other criterion. Your death will prove how you have lived.

I never before knew the full value of trees....What would I not give that the trees planted nearest round the house at Monticello were full grown.