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.

I’m only ever in two places – with you or on the way.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

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

Trust. Above all, I ask for trust. You won’t know every thought that crosses my mind, but just know that they’re all for us.

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.

If you can’t hurt with me, don’t flirt with me.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand. (Anna Karenina)

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

I never met a woman I didn’t like. I love ’em all, in their different ways.

I’m fading away, you know I used to be on fire.

Love – THE FEELING – is a fruit of love, the verb.

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

To get rid of an enemy one must love him.

I don’t feel that no big stone should be put over my head, saying he did this, he did that. Unless there’s something that I really did do. I believe I’m just ordinary. And I’d like for people to think of me that way, as just a guy that tried. Wanted to be loved by other people because he loved people.

I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly (Anna Karenina)

Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.

Real love is freedom, and this is what you’ve been given by the Creator – the freedom to love and to choose your own path.

Love is real, love is pure, you only take what you give and give what you take. At its purest it is real. No pretending.