David Alan Royster

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

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 love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

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

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

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.

Love is the absence of judgment.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It’s a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.

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

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them-we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.

I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache!

I’m a different man now. I’m still a romantic, I still believe in love, but when I met Barbara I was looking for it. Now, I don’t know.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.