David Alan Royster

I don’t understand how in my parents’ age, it was ’til death do us part, and in mine it’s ’til cheating do us part, ’til lying do us part, ’til chemistry do us part, ’til disagreements do us part, ’til boredom do us part, ’til cowardice do us part. I just want what my parents have, that part.

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

If your love is not as strong as a tidal wave, I will not be moved.

I’ve forever wanted a woman who loves like a soldier and fights like a poet. Always with unfailing faithfulness, always for the yearning in her heart.

My heart must be bigger than my brain – blocking it out of all my decisions, so that I cannot think past the way I feel.

Everything in life I’ve worked hard for; what makes you think I’d do you different?

It doesn’t matter if you have a valentine or not – just love yourself and be your own.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

I want to be loved while I’m here, and the only way to get love is to give love.

Give the love that you pray for; someone’s been praying to have it.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

Man will do many things to get himself loved, he will do all things to get himself envied.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.