for one more day

The days grow wings. .  become firds, flock together and fly away. . .

I love you every day

Perdonare

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who's there to save you.

Or who isn't.

It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference?

Blundering back to God.

You're lookin' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize

That this could be the start of something big

Gosh, the whole book is so amazing. I could write it down word for word. Each syllable is simple, but has a ring of reality and love to it. Every simple sentence, ever single word. 

It makes me wish, that I have it all for one more day Just one more.