Tyler Kent White

Some days, your perfume falls from your skin and settles in the staircase. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stopped on the fourth step and felt all the ways I’ve fallen in love with you.

I know the sun rises in the eat and sets in the west, that I am ten fingers and ten toes and ten thousand reasons short of explaining what it is I can’t explain to you. And I know that I will always love you in certainties.

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.

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

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

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.

My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

Some things have to be believed to be seen.

When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.

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

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

It is better to deserve honours and not have them than to have them and not to deserve them.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

We Americans… bear the ark of liberties of the world.

Since the past is unreal and the future is unreal, all your thoughts are about nothing.

You’ve got to teach youngsters the difference between right and wrong, but you shouldn’t try to poke it down their throats. Let them ask the questions and then give them the answers.

You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.

I grew up not understanding what was true and what was not true. It gave me a sense of unreality.

Toe: A part of the foot used to find furniture in the dark.

The world is held together by the mass of honest folk who do their daily tasks, tend their own spot in the world, and have faith that at last the Right will come fully into its own.