Tyler Kent White

Love cannot be defined, reduced, or ignored. It exists just the same for me, for you, for everyone.

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.’

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.

Would you believe me if I said you were three shades short of all my favorite hues and that I’ve been trying for years to pick words from my garden throat in attempts to explain to you all the things I can’t explain. Or what if I said I have nothing to say other than I love you in the simplest of ways.

Some days, your perfume falls from your skin and settles in the staircase. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stopped on the fourth step and felt all the ways I’ve fallen in love with you.

To me, you’ll always be the rising suns, the sinking moons, and all the stars that come between the sound of rain and river stones, the warmth of my sheets, the ache in my bones.

Do any of us really have a clue? We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Or what word will come up in a conversation that will change our lives. You can be in the shower and scrubbing under your arm and find a lump that wasn’t there yesterday. I’m doing things here and now. Life is evolving. Every day life evolves.

The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance – it is the illusion of knowledge.

Zen teaches that if we can open up to the inevitability of our demise, we can begin to transform and lighten up about it.

There is an interconnectedness among members that bonds the family, much like mountain climbers who rope themselves together when climbing a mountain, so that if someone should slip or need support, he’s held up by the others until he regains his footing.

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.

If to be interesting is to be uncommonplace, it is becoming a question, with me, if there are any commonplace people.

Dr. Strauss says I should rite down what I think and remembir and every thing that happins to me from now on..

Love cannot be defined, reduced, or ignored. It exists just the same for me, for you, for everyone.

Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only part of the first.

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

I cannot discover that anyone knows enough to say what is and what is definitely not possible.

A good man often appears gauche simply because he does not take advantage of the myriad mean little chances of making himself look stylish. Preferring truth to form, he is not constantly at work upon the facade of his appearance.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

One of the things I realized is that if you do not take control over your time and your life, other people will gobble it up. If you don’t prioritize yourself, you constantly start falling lower and lower on your list, your kids fall lower and lower on your list.