Sometimes the story we're telling the world isn't half as endearing as the one that lives inside us.

*I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago... *So soon you will be in that part of the book where you are holding the bulk of the pages in your left hand, and only a thin wisp of the story in your right. *We get one story, you and I, and one story alone....It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.

If honesty is the key to intimacy, it means we don't have to be perfect and we don't have to pretend to be perfect.

And when you find love, or when you are mature enough to understand it, the feeling you get is gratitude.

Let probability and sample size do the heavy lifting.

All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin its time before I am ended at this altar of dying and dying again. God risked Himself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew Him, unto us.