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.

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 daydream I am supposed to have for the rest of my life.

But I do know there are not enough syllables to spell out how much I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love… You are my every moment, my every hour, my every day, my every season, and I know this isn’t poetry and it’s certainly not a haiku, it’s just all the things I needed to say to you.

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.

You be the clouds above, I’ll be the grass below, and everything in between will be where our love will grow.

Simple, clear purpose and principles give rise to complex and intelligent behavior. Complex rules and regulations give rise to simple and stupid behavior.

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

Unless you know who you are, you will always be vulnerable to what people say.

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

There are people who strictly deprive themselves of each and every eatable, drinkable, and smokable which has in any way acquired a shady reputation. They pay this price for health. And health is all they get for it. How strange it is. It is like paying out your whole fortune for a cow that has gone dry.

“He who angers you, conquers you.” – Elizabeth Kenny

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head.

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

At the end of the day, whether or not those people are comfortable with how you’re living your life doesn’t matter. What matters is whether you’re comfortable with it.

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

Life is a full-contact sport, and there’s a score up on the board.

The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.

We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police.

We are here for experience, and experience is a preparation to know the Truth when we meet it.