Once, we lived to love. Now, we live for power. The world is changing. But we cannot stop the evolution, or everything will come apart.

When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

You Have one life one body take care of it. live it and love it. Live you life to the to the fullest without being reckless.

Be determined to live a pure, holy and godly life; decide to honor, love and value other people, and to live a life that reflects Christ to others

In the support group, the counselor had said: When you lose a loved one, you feel as if you're inside a confined space. Everyone else will seem to be careening along outside of this space. In time, you will become aware of an opening you are going to have to step through. It might be the touch of a new lover, a new job, a move--but you'll know. You will step through.

Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.

Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside.

But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping criss crosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.

Do I love Black people? Yes. As much as I love my own race.Do Black lives matter?Of course.Will I oppress my spirit with White Guilt and faulty notions of White Privilege?Hell no.Gotta love yourself before you can love anyone else.

Male writers who never find the stabilizing force of an understanding woman in their lives usually end up as the jaded figures of their days, the types who give much artistic expression to the world, but who are lonely in their overcrowded worlds of love.