Tyler Kent White

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.

She woke up every morning with the option of being anyone she wished. How beautiful it was that she always chose herself.

Would you believe me if I said you were three shades short of all my favorite hues and that I’ve been trying for years to pick words from my garden throat in attempts to explain to you all the things I can’t explain. Or what if I said I have nothing to say other than I love you in the simplest of ways.

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.

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.

Like all things vast and beautiful, I want to know the depths of which you exist. It has never been enough to wade in the shallows.

I feel like I got a pile of cattle chasing my ass, and I’m pedaling as hard as I can to stay in front of ‘em. I’m looking behind me driving like hell.

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

People don’t like when you point out to them and remind them that they’re not very smart.

No American ought to be compelled to strike for his rights. He ought to receive them naturally, easily, as a matter of course.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.

The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.

It is a fabulous country, the only fabulous country; it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but they happen all of the time.

People are never so likely to be wrong as when they are organized. And they never have so little freedom. Perhaps that is why the people at large keep their freedom. People can be manipulated only when they are organized.

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

I don’t believe in killing whatever the reason!

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.

It’s a rare person who wants to hear what he doesn’t want to hear.

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.

There’s a lot of people out there who go through hard times, and they feel alone. They feel like nobody is there. But I’m in the same boat.

Enduring habits I hate…. Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.