Tyler Kent White

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.

Come to me, wild and untamed. Bring the oceans on your lips, the mountains on your spine; I want to explore all the places you have ever called home. Let me pluck each petal from the gardens you’ve grown, overcrowded seedlings pushing up through your bones. Come to me dipped in the stars, come to me wearing all your scars. I want to show you just how beautiful you are.

The love we were promised in fairy tales was never something for us to find. It has always been something for us to create.

When you doubt the brilliance of your shine, I will take you through my darkness. I will show you where you shine the brightest.

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.

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.

No American ought to be compelled to strike for his rights. He ought to receive them naturally, easily, as a matter of course.

The miracle, or the power, that elevates the few is to be found in their industry, application, and perseverance under the prompting of a brave, determined spirit.

Who we are now is all that really matters.

You’re never given more pain than you can handle. You never, ever get more than you can take.

I believe in 100% Theory and 100% Practice. Theory without practical application is futile.

The menu is not the meal.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.

It is true that I am often startled and even angered and repulsed by the strange directions and provocative content of new forms that seem to pop up every few months.

In matters of style, swim with the current;In matters of principle, stand like a rock.

[on Diana’s Death] Disbelief, refused to accept it.

I do not believe that material accumulation is the whole of success, and on the other hand I do not believe that true success ever excludes a sufficient possession of wealth-but wealth as a means, not as an end.

Hain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain’t that a big enough majority in any town?

You can do anything, but not everything.

A tiny leak can sink a ship.

The most closely organized groups and movements in the world are those which have been the least friendly to the people’s progress and liberty.