The room was full with voices, loud music and beautiful people milling about everywhere. But all I noticed was her; beautiful, elegant and sitting alone in a quiet corner trying to remain unseen, to blend in, to become invisible, as if she actually thought such a thing were possible.

I have never seen as far as those times when I have looked through someone else’s perspective.

We progress to regress, you and I, always beginning where we began. Hurrying forward just enough, so that our “back-sliding” will not lead to ‘our’ end. Wondering when will Love grow tired of our loveless game, of our disregard for the feelings that true love claims, of you and I and the same-old-same.

The difference between achieving greatness and failure, is that particular belief that you were born for something unordinary, that your contribution is vital to making a difference, that your being is what changed the game.

Of all the things one can be known for in their lifetime, I think quitter is among the worst.

Sometimes, in order to defeat the lie, we must live our truth!

Love is always opposed by hate, truth is always opposed by the lie, and hope is always met with despair. Yet, we, who will dare hold fast to those things dearest in our hearts, must sojourn, from time to time, into unknown darkness to spread light. For though we live in perilous times, we shall not yield to them.

If the heart is ever broken by the one it loves, so that sorrow is overcoming to the soul, if we still find the faith to trust again, we prove, if only to ourselves, what sort of heart we own. And that it is worthy to love again

He, that is my friend, and allows my error, that does not chastise my fault, that does not endeavor to show me a better way, that does not seek to appeal to my conscience labors against me with more success and with greater consequence than my enemy.

How do you bribe, buy, or otherwise own a man of principle who values honor and faith above all things? I know. Foolish question.