David Alan Royster

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.

Crack me open and get drunk on the contents of my spirit. Warning: consuming too much may have permanent effects.

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

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

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

Don’t confuse feelings with facts and don’t ignore facts when they come as feelings.

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.

I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

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

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

Every heart has its own skeletons.

True love does not leave you a choice.

I’d tell you how beautiful you look today, but there’s not enough time before sunset to tell how you set fire to a sundress; my mouth is overflowing from yesterday.

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

It is most unwise for people in love to marry.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill, what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship. If Absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is Omnipresent. In this Divine Glass, they see Face to Face; and their Converse is Free, as well as Pure. This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal.

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

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

I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.