It Is Worthy Of Note That The

The More I Try To Impress People, The More I Separate Myself From Them. Vulnerability Attracts Love.

When I Was In Love There Was Somebody In The World Who Was More Important Than Me, And That, Given All That Happened At The Fall Of Man, Is A Miracle, Like Something God Forgot To Curse.

Sometimes The Story We're Telling The World Isn't Half As Endearing As The One That Lives Inside Us.

What I’m Saying Is I Think Life Is Staggering And We’re Just Used To It. We All Are Like Spoiled Children No Longer Impressed With The Gifts We’re Given—it’s Just Another Sunset, Just Another Rainstorm Moving In Over The Mountain, Just Another Child Being Born, Just Another Funeral.

Every Day You Live Is A Page. Every Year, A Chapter. Your Life, A Book. What Is It About?