Jeffrey A. White Quotes & Sayings

Passion lights the flame; dedication keeps the flame burning brightly. — Jeffrey A. White

We remember moments, not the blur of days. — Jeffrey A. White

Peace Begins with Acceptance, Compassion and Respect. — Jeffrey A. White

It all seems like a dream, now.
Gray, old men ambling about a bookstore
in the old Jewish quarter of Paris.

As everything is suddenly soaked a dark stain,
we duck inside a door stoop.
I gently pull you closer
and look into your eyes,
azure pools that invite me to sink
into their sensuous depths.

Time slows as everything revolves around us
and planets, stars and constellations
slowly turn like clockwork,
as we dream our love,
our universe - together.

As darkness drains from the early morning sky,
I pull you up to my chest and whisper,
"Do you remember when we were caught in the rain in Paris?"
You squeeze my hand.

It all seems like a dream, now.
One love, one dream, one universe,
with only you and me,
together,
dreaming our love forever. — Jeffrey A. White

Let kindness reveal your humanity. — Jeffrey A. White

Every empathic human heart seeks meaning. — Jeffrey A. White

Miracles dwell in the heart. — Jeffrey A. White

If only we could see ourselves with our hearts, not our eyes. — Jeffrey A. White

I want to drive to the coast, away from city lights,
and breathe in stars ... — Jeffrey A. White

Without you, I am only a dream. — Jeffrey A. White

Placing his snout on the edge of my bed,
Boomer pricks up his ears and widens his smiling eyes
when I turn my head towards him.
I smile at Boomer.
"I guess you want to go for a walk?"
Boomer bobs his head in agreement
and runs around in a circle.

"Okay," I say.
I turn over,
throw off the blankets,
raise my upper body
and swing my legs around and over
the edge of the bed.
I sit on the edge of the bed
with my feet touching the floor
and my hands at my sides,
all holding me up as my upper body
leans over the edge.
I am still half asleep.

I look around to my right for Boomer,
but he is no where to be found.
Boomer went for his last walk
some thirty years ago. — Jeffrey A. White

Stop, breathe, look around
and embrace the miracle of each day,
the miracle of life. — Jeffrey A. White

Happiness is really about deciding to look beyond the imperfections and find beauty and joy in what is, right now. — Jeffrey A. White

Peace is beyond what we see. It's a vision of how we want daily life to be for our children's children. — Jeffrey A. White

Anybody Can Hate. Hate is Easy ... Living Side by Side with Compassion, Tolerance and Respect Takes Real Courage. — Jeffrey A. White

What Does It Matter What We Believe, as long as we treat others the way we want to be treated? — Jeffrey A. White

Our expectations help shape our future. — Jeffrey A. White

Compassion for humanity begins with compassion and respect for all beings. — Jeffrey A. White

When expectations exceed reality, frustration is the result. — Jeffrey A. White

Your house has two colors," she said,
while looking up at a corner
of my ceiling and walls.
"Yes," I replied.
"Why is that rainbow beach blanket on the couch?"
I replied, "Color."
She bent over and ripped
the beach towel off my white couch.
Maybe she thought I was trying to hide something.
"You talk a lot," she said sarcastically.
I looked back at her.
Maybe I raised an eyebrow,
but I didn't say anything.
She's right, of course.
I don't talk much.
I am a simple man.
I speak from my heart.
Sometimes, I write poetry. — Jeffrey A. White

I am looking forward to the day when we love all children more than we hate each other and treat everybody with compassion, tolerance and respect. — Jeffrey A. White

Whenever you feel insignificant,
remember that you can make
a significant difference
in the lives of others,
particularly the less fortunate. — Jeffrey A. White

Stretched to infinity,
the sea appeared as a blue metallic skin,
drawn tight and taut
over the face of the world
and tinged orange at its far edges
by a low-hanging sun,
glowing like a tangerine cut wide open.
As the sea broached the shore,
small waves squeezed out from the depths
and spilled, surged and scoured the beach.
Memories of our love,
holding you in my arms
on that the shifting shore,
made everything feel so right,
so whole,
as if we were always made to be together.
Our love holds fast even now,
despite the long shifting shoreline
of our lives.
(together) — Jeffrey A. White

For some people, seeing is believing.
For others, believing is seeing. — Jeffrey A. White

Mindfulness is intimacy with all things. — Jeffrey A. White

Anger, Fear and Intolerance are Our Actual Enemies. — Jeffrey A. White

If you have wonder, respect and love for all things, then you will rarely have an uninspired moment. — Jeffrey A. White

When a man finds a good thing, he wants to keep it. — Jeffrey A. White

Violence cannot remove violence ... Violence breeds more violence and hate. — Jeffrey A. White

The shortest path to peace is listening to understand, empathy and a willingness to compromise to alleviate suffering. — Jeffrey A. White

Compassion is the way you live your life every day. — Jeffrey A. White

I don't have the words to describe my feelings.
A woman, the last thing I think of before falling asleep.
A woman, the first thing I think of when I wake.
A woman, the image that passes before my mind's eye
in a moment of clarity.
A woman, the hands we hold,
the one thing I miss most.
A woman, the laughter that warms my heart and soul.
A woman, the perfume that invokes wonderful memories.
A woman, the love, the love, the embrace, the joy,
the wonderful joy. — Jeffrey A. White

For without you, I am only a dream. — Jeffrey A. White

Breaking from the universe,
like waves spilling, plunging and surging
against a shore,
we crash with life and vigor,
scrape and scour,
spit beaches and eat land,
polish stone, glass and driftwood of splintered dreams,
uncover and bury bleached bones
of ambitions and aspirations,
carve grottoes of intentions and regrets
and then slip back into the deep
from whence we came
and may return again. — Jeffrey A. White

I dream my poems
and write my dreams.
We can only write our own dreams,
not the dreams of others,
for our dreams speak from our hearts.
For those who do not dream poems,
how can they know what dreams
their hearts want to write? — Jeffrey A. White

A few minutes ago, I felt as if I was back in Paris,
sitting in a park.
It is funny how our mind sometimes wanders
back to times past.

When each of my parents was dying,
floating in a sea of pain medication,
their minds drifted back to their early twenties
when they were newly in love.
They both talked as if they were lost,
and they had to find each other.

In one corner of my house,
I display some things that my parents cherished:
my mother's china
and my father's fishing gear.
I don't know if there is an afterlife,
but if their ghosts visit me someday,
then their cherished things will be waiting for them.
I also display photographs of my late parents,
not when they were old,
but when they were a newlywed couple,
young, happy, smiling
and full of hope
and love. — Jeffrey A. White