David Alan Royster

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

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

Women should serve men. Men should serve women. Any house of peace is full of servants.

I have a habit of running from the things I’ve prayed for and then asking God to send them again.

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 fine with the ups and downs in our story as long as the theme is love.

Spread love everywhere you go let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

To be fully seen by somebody, then and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Better to put your heart on the line, risk everything, and walk away with nothing than play it safe. Love is a lot of things, but ‘safe’ isn’t one of them.

I believe we’re all in denial about the people we love.

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.

Whoso loves, believes the impossible.

I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

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

Love can be hard. Love requires you to be kind when you are angry, patient when you feel anxious, compassionate when you judge others, caring when you feel apathetic, trust when you’ve been wronged, let go when you want to hold on, know that the other person is you, take risks when you’re scared, to always see the lesson and never look back once you’ve decided. – Jackson Kiddard

We are asleep until we fall in Love!

“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

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.

Between whom there is hearty truth, there is love.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.