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.

Anytime I want to feel closer to the ocean, I just lay by your side and listen to the waves ebb and swell in every breath you give and take, and feel each one crash inside of me. I knew from the first time I saw you that whoever said empty shells carried the ocean’s songs had never met you before.

The love we were promised in fairy tales was never something for us to find. It has always been something for us to create.

Love is simple: It is waking up knowing you exist in a mind outside of your own. It is having one heart that carries two beats. It is you and me spoken in terms of us and we.

Come to me, wild and untamed. Bring the oceans on your lips, the mountains on your spine; I want to explore all the places you have ever called home. Let me pluck each petal from the gardens you’ve grown, overcrowded seedlings pushing up through your bones. Come to me dipped in the stars, come to me wearing all your scars. I want to show you just how beautiful you are.

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

The most you get is what you ask for.

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.

Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.

There are certain things we come into this world having to defeat.

If you harbor hatred, anger, and bitterness (towards her), then you are absolutely locked into a bond through those negative emotions.

The radical of one century is the conservative of the next. The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out, the conservative adopts them.

As we advance in life we learn the limits of our abilities.

To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.

Pies, para que los quiero si tengo alas para volar. (“Feet, what do I need them for if I have wings to fly.”)

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

You don’t need a rope to pinch a stranger’s butt.

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

I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.

If I may venture to be frank I would say about myself that I was every inch a gentleman …

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.