Harley King Quotes

The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.

Sometimes that
which we fear
strengthens our
spirit and gives
us a splash
of hope.

Too often our visions of the future
are dull and impotent
like a hammer beating the water.

May your heart be lighter today.

God steals my soul.

Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.

Celebrate the gift of memory.

Hope is a rainbow of thought.

We fear what we most desire.

Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.

May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.

Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.

Whether you are doing what you want or not, you are doing what you are supposed to be doing at this moment.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.

Reading haiku is like viewing a photograph or a painting. A haiku is a moment of time, isolated, and held up for viewing.

So much is buried in our lives that we forget what we have learned.

How little we understand
of the gifts we have been given
or the shape of the path
we took to reach our salvation.

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

May our hearts find hope in our touch.

Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.

I have learned to have pride in what I do.

God is taking a nap within my soul. I ponder whether to wake Him or not.

Let go of your old tired habits and plant new habits in fertile soil.

Memory shimmers as a crystal lake
that reflects all things invisible.

The more I try to be perfect; the more I fail.

Our flesh is a gift of laughter.

I write because I have to write; but I also write because there's somebody out there, hopefully, who will read it.

Sometimes we live too much in the past,
remembering what we wished had happened.

Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.

I feel the healing
hands of God
touch my heart
and kiss my soul.

May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows.

The path to success is not a straight line.

Laughter is a gift for lovers.

Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer's porch. Our choice is in the drinking.

My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.

Service to others in their time of need is a privilege and an honor.

Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes.

May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.

Too much has been given and too much has been lost.

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.