Tyler Kent White

Love is knowing every goodbye has a hello on the horizon.

The universe, at any given point, in any given time, is expanding indefinitely in all directions. So trust me when I say, ‘you are the center of mine.’

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

I thought about writing a poem explaining how when you are lost at sea, even if you are rescued and survive, you never really come back. Then I realized everyone that’s ever been in love would already understand.

She woke up every morning with the option of being anyone she wished. How beautiful it was that she always chose herself.

I know the sun rises in the eat and sets in the west, that I am ten fingers and ten toes and ten thousand reasons short of explaining what it is I can’t explain to you. And I know that I will always love you in certainties.

Forgiveness of those who have transgressed against you, or those you love, is not about them; it is about you. It is a gift to yourself.

The highest proof of virtue is to possess boundless power without abusing it.

Like an enemy I knew as intimately as any friend, I came to know the nagging, constant emptiness of the incongruent life. I ignored myself and lived for people, purposes, and goals that weren’t my own. I betrayed who I was and instead accepted a fictional substitute that was defined from the outside in.

We’ll love you just the way you are if you’re perfect.

If you are not criticized, you may not be doing much.

Change isn’t a light switch; it’s slow and gradual.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Those unproductive hands … may consume so great a share … that all the frugality and good conduct of individuals may not be able to compensate … this violent and forced encroachment.

I’ve done the calculation and your chances of winning the lottery are identical whether you play or not.

We Americans… bear the ark of liberties of the world.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I am become death, shatterer of worlds.

You know you’re getting old when you stop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there.

There is always, always, always something to be thankful for.

Wide awake and so confused.