Quotes:
All I talk about is you... and how amazing a young woman you are. Beyond your years. I am so proud of you, Gaia.. amazingly proud.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
We are sitting. That's what people do when tragedy strikes. They come over and sit.
I know we are going to last because I wake up every morning and the first thing I want to do is see your face."
I lost your mother after twenty-two months of marriage. It was enough for a lifetime.
The human heart is an amazing and resourceful thing. It has the ability to fall in love over and over again, yet never fully letting go a single thing is has encountered. Much like a scrapbook it holds on to artifacts and times from your life. And though you may get new pages filled with new experiences and hopes of new futures, those old pages still sit there, turning every once in a while to remind you of a life you had and the possible futures you used to dream about. Everyone's scrapbook is different; some have more pages then others. Some are simply larger then others, the pages easily filled, where as others have to stick to a certain format. My pages, well they are large, colorful, and just a little crazy. They look hectic to some and even to me sometimes, but in the end I know that this scrapbook, though dented and scratched up is beautiful.
tyler comes in the house and goes "Townley, make gaia do the dishes... awww.... now I miss her"
Caboose:I love you more that beavers love wood
I love you more that cows love milk
I love you more than bees love honey
I love you more than caboose loves green
I love you more than shoes love socks
I love you more than mice love cheese
I love you more than turkey loves gravy
I love you more than patatos love chips
I love you more than sharks love smiling
I love you more than phones love ringing
I love you more than water loves being wet
I love you more than kitty's love being petted
I love you more than trees love water
I love you more then dolphins love teaching retards to swim
No More Good-byes, Only Hellos.
The beauty of the world cannot compare to the splendor and bliss I feel when I hold you in my arms. So until we meet again, every mile I sail, every foot I walk, is towards you. And, I will keep my eyes on the horizon and on the sky as a reminder that even though you are a million miles away, I still keep you in my pocket, in my bed, and in my heart.
I would lay in front of a tank if it would bring you back and end this war.
Remember Orion. I'm never that far away.
It took losing you forever for me to truly find you. And how finding you turned me into someone else entirely.
Love is… Love is like jumping off the edge of an extremely high cliff. You look at the person next to you; sometimes you ask if they are ready, sometimes you don't. Sometimes they grab your hands, sometimes you grab theirs or sometimes you both reach at the same time, which is the best kind of love. And you jump.I've felt love like some never have and like some often do. I love freely, passionately, and with every ounce of my being. Though it means sometimes I fall, I hit the bottom of that deep canyon, yet I pull myself back up because I know that maybe next time I won't fall and that person who wants to jump with me is free enough to and will.
It's human nature to dream. We're dreamers. Fairytale chasers. It makes us interesting.
when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say is… I think I love you. Is this love? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
