Tyler Kent White

I thought about writing a poem explaining how when you are lost at sea, even if you are rescued and survive, you never really come back. Then I realized everyone that’s ever been in love would already understand.

Love is not the absence of hate; hate will always exist. Love is holding our head high and forever moving forward with kindness and compassion in spite of what hate may bring, because no amount of darkness can drown out our light if our light has been lit within.

The universe, at any given point, in any given time, is expanding indefinitely in all directions. So trust me when I say, ‘you are the center of mine.’

Not everything I write will be a masterpiece; I know that. It is a process selecting words to convey feelings never meant to be spoken. So maybe I’ve been searching for what’s already been said and this is the finest way I can say it. I love you, in everything I am, I love you.

You are the fever that never broke, the name stuck in my throat. You are every letter of every word in every poem I ever wrote.

This morning I woke with my ear pressed between shoulder blades. Every inhale, every drum, every pump, thump of your heartbeat said one thing – home, home, home.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Don’t worry about things you cannot alter.

I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can’t be done.

Those who are quite satisfied sit still and do nothing; those who are not quite satisfied are the sole benefactors of the world.

The farther you look back, the farther you can look ahead.

It’s just a matter of managing expectations. So for me, for example, you know, when your husband is President of the United States and you have children, something has got to give. I’ve made compromises in my life and my career, but I’ve also, in exchange, gained a wonderful platform to do some great work.

Do you realize that you can’t play the game of life with sweaty palms?

History is more or less bunk.

You must learn that you do not have to be angry just because you have the right to be.

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

History doesn’t mean dates and wars and textbooks to me; it means the unconquerable pioneer spirit of man.

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.

A man can’t ‘just be friends’ with another woman. Period.

Very jaded and tired and depressed and cross…Must fill my mind with air and light, and walk and blanket it in fog.

Hard knocks have a place and value, but hard thinking goes farther in less time.