| The prodigal son’s father could have chased his son, but waited with open doors, arms and love for his return. Sometime you just have to wait with love. |
| Make sure you like the taste of your words before they leave your mouth in the event that you might have to eat them later. |
| The booms of bombs, screaming of sirens, honking of horns and banging of base drum yet the loudest sound you’ll ever hear is still the silence of the dead. |
| I’d rather you hate me for who I am than to love me for who I am not. I don’t want to be slicker than a greased pig turned politician, I want to be honest. |
| When you’re hit by a stranger it makes you mad. When you are hit by a loved one, not that hurts worse. Many times the worst hits are never punched. |