For my part I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

You couldnt relive your life skipping the awful parts without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world or the person you loved.

love Ive come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...

I fell in love with her when we were together then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love though the stars walk backward.

I sought to hear the voice of God and climbed the topmost steeple but God declared Go down again - I dwell among the people.