David Alan Royster

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

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.

You first.’ The only way love works.

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

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

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.

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

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

The best thing that’s ever happened to me is still happening.

The choice to follow love through to its completion is the choice to seek completion within ourselves. The point at which we shut down on others is the point at which we shut down on life.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

We need to make love great again because black lives do matter, because all lives do matter.

We may tell ourselves that love is not really available. But the deeper truth is that we don’t entirely trust it, and therefore have a hard time fully opening to it or letting it all the way into us. This disconnects us from our own heart, exacerbating our sense of love’s scarcity.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

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.

Love those you hate you.

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