John Mark Green quotes:

Within every heart's Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.

You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.

Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?

I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.

Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.

Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom.

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

Please thaw my permafrost heart.

Who was it that hurt you,stole light out of your eyes?Cut a hole in your heartand let the love drain dry?Who was so damn careless,to leave you with such scars?Where will you find healing?Right here, within my arms.

Who was it that hurt you, stole the light out of your eyes? Cut a hole in your heart and let the love drain dry? Who was so damn careless, to leave you with such scars? Where will you find healing? Right here, within my arms.

One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.

People at war with themselves will always cause collateral damage in the lives of those around them.

When life gets dark, that's when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.

Opening to love will always involve risk,but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.

And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

UnsightlyIf I strip my heart naked, you'll see all the unsightly scars, I'm afraid.

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

With rough hands and gentle heart, I'll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.

Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.

My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.

When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.

His heart was like a battered guitar; worn and scuffed from a life spentout on the road, but still capableof bringing forth beautiful music.

The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.

Even when your heart is blue, I'll safely hold it. I really don't mind these indigo-stained hands.

Out of the void and vastness of the cosmos, life emerges; audacious, improbable. You and I are here. No other miracle is needed.

Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

She is a wild, tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

Sometimes it feels like you've set off a spectacular lightning show in my heart, and I wonder if other people can see the flashes through my skin.

Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you," he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.

I'll be your blanket, baby. Wrap yourself up in me. Let me give you shelter, in the winter of this world.

Everyone needs someone who can show them what heaven looks like.

I'm a pusher dealing hope, at the intersection of Desire and Despair.

Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.

When she smiled at me, I felt unborn poems stirring within.

You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?

Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart~?