John Mark Green Quotes

In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.

I do not claim that love will be easy,
only that it is worth it. Choose love. Always.

Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos; a flower growing in ruins of love's wreckage.

Let's just sit quietly and listen to the secrets the rain wants to tell us.

After what she's been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.

Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered

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

Your life will consist of a series of times when you must reinvent yourself. We desperately cling to the idea that things should stay the same, but life and growth are about change. Don't mistake the end of a chapter for the end of the story. Lean into the plot changes, and follow your character arc. If you are in a dark part of your tale, know that this night will not last forever, but you must be brave enough to see it through. This is not the end, oh no my friend. Take courage. Better things await you.

Rebellious leaves
going out
in a blaze of glory,
setting trees aflame
in riotous color.
Reluctant surrender
to rumors
of coming winter.

I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.

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

Continents drift, and so do hearts.

Be a pain transformer,
not a pain transmitter.
This is the only way
the world will heal.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

Who was it that hurt you,
stole 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.

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

As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.

Your heart was
a wishing well.
Bottomless.
Trying to love you
bankrupted me.

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

The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes.

I blinked my eyes
and in an instant,
decades had passed.

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

We're all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?

I'm an introvert.
If your party isn't better
than the one in my head,
I'm not interested.

Life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond.

Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we'll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.

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

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

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

Looking back at our lives, the unbelievable thing is that despite all the times when things felt so wrong, we still managed to meet at the perfect moment. Almost as if by some plan
which we were unaware of.

We are snowflakes, melting
on the tongue of the universe.

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

Please thaw my permafrost heart.

Exquisite beauty
is often hidden
in life's fragile,
fleeting moments.

Unsightly

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

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

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

You'll never have control over other people's decisions, or what cards life deals you. Your power lies in the choosing of your response. That is the one thing you can control.

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

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

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

No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.

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

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

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

Rusted Flowers

From her heart's
tear-salted soil,
rusted flowers grew.
A serrated beauty;
wounding all those
who bent near.

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

Hope is a flower which refuses to be crushed under life's brutal heel.

A Quiet Death

Biting your tongue so words don't slip out. The taste of copper, sharp in your mouth. 'Penny for your thoughts' the saying goes, but they could never afford the words buried below. Sentenced to silence, laid unmarked graves, as you're slowly murdered by the things you don't say.

You are not the darkness you endured.
You are the light that refused to surrender.

The Ache That Would Not Leave

Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.

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.

With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

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

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