Tyler Kent White

Above all else, I would choose you. When there’s no more grand gestures, no more words to say, when everything around us begins to give way, when the sky grows dim and the colors fade, I will choose you.

I choose you, again and again at the start and finish of every single day, no matter the season, no matter the age. I choose you to struggle and succeed with, to fight and wake up with, to love and grow old with. I choose you, knowing there are still trails we must travel, knowing there are mountains left to climb. I choose you to always be by my side.

When I am old, weather-worn, and grey, I want to fill my lungs with your perfume and hear your laughter echo through our home as we dance alone in our living room, drunk off wine, still madly in love.

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.

Anytime I want to feel closer to the ocean, I just lay by your side and listen to the waves ebb and swell in every breath you give and take, and feel each one crash inside of me. I knew from the first time I saw you that whoever said empty shells carried the ocean’s songs had never met you before.

I know that god is real. I have seen him smile through the sunlight as it dances across your skin and lays gently at your feet.

I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages.

Smugglin’ that by me? That’s like tryin’ to smuggle sunrise past a rooster.

Possessions are always secondary, loved ones are all that matters.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Art hath an enemy called Ignorance.

You must do the things you think you cannot do.

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.

I can’t understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars.

Who is wise? He who learns from all men.

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

The world’s crazy, when it comes to beauty.

Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoes.

When people tell you not to believe in your dreams, and they say “Why?”, say “Why not?”

Necessity is the plea of every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.

Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.