Love Will Find Its Way

Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be Tasted.

What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like Depends On Whether You Are Hungry Or Not.

Heart Be Brave. If You Cannot Be Brave, Just Go. Love's Glory Is Not A Small Thing.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

Every Door Is Another Passage, Another Boundary We Have To Go Beyond.