A.J. Compton

I try not to react, but I must fail because Gabriel turns to look at me. __he world needs both butterflies and lions. One is not better than the other. They're both beautiful and brave in their own ways.__is hand covers mine as it fiddles with the blades of grass. __va._ I look up. __ do not wish you were a lion any more than I would have wished her to be a butterfly.

I'm a poet who has lost his words." He looks across the street, but not before I catch the dull glint of shame in his eyes."Where did you lose them?" I ask, gentling my tone.He turns back to me. When he speaks, his voice is so small that I have to lean closer to hear it. "The same place I lost myself.

All great adventures start with an idea.

Things can__ mend without being broken.

We live and learn, change and grow. Older, but not always wiser. Stronger but not necessarily smarter. Life is a dance of steps taken forward and backwards, time spent standing still, and twirling in circles as we follow our own shadows.

A memory is never as good as a moment.

Let me be the type man who plants a field of flowers so you can be the type of woman who picks them.

Grief is always amplified in silence.

I was only able to move forward once I let go of my fear of leaving him behind.

Learning takes a lifetime and even the geniuses among us die ignorant. You should always want to learn, to grow, to improve. Otherwise what__ the point? You may as well just give up and die. There__ always new things to see, people to meet, lessons to learn. Life is both a classroom and a teacher. We__l always be the students, never the professors.

I would lose him a thousand lifetimes over if it meant I got the chance to love him a thousand times. And have him love me back.If only for a little while.

Our eyes are closed, but even without seeing, they__e only for each other.

Sometimes absence doesn__ make the heart grow fonder. Sometimes it just makes the heart hurt.

There__ magic and metaphors in music superior to any other art form. An exquisite alchemy is involved in mixing pieces of your self and soul into the precisely perfect blend of harmonies, melodies, and lyrics that strike a chord.

Nobody sees me like you do, and without you, I__l be invisible. I exist because you see me.

I will fight death for my right to live until my last breath.

There are two types of women. The ones who wait to receive flowers and the ones who go out and pick them.

Adequate photographers use their sight, good photographers use their senses, and great photographers use their souls.