“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”

“I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.”

“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand without you even speaking a word.”

“If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.”

“Oh to be the wind,
to always have permission
to play with your hair.”

Haiku on Love

[Tyler Knott Gregson]

“Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.”

“You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.”

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you even if the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the leech loves the ankle of a wader. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms and as an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl.”

“When I saw you I fell in love,
and you smiled because you knew.”

“Finally has figured out there aren’t enough quiet little British films around to protect her from the real world.”

“Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her.”