David Alan Royster

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

I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between 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.

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.

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

Lasting love and forgiveness are two sides of the same page.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

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

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don’t like.

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

“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

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

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

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

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.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between us.

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