Best 10 quotes of Ryan Winfield on MyQuotes

Perhaps not all spirits are meant for this world, but they pass through anyway and change for the better those which are.

We should trust people to be exactly what they have proven themselves to be, no more and no less.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.

Hey, Jimmy.” “Yeah.” “You ever think about how long we’re going to live?” “No,” he says. “Not really.” “Well, why not?” “I dunno. Guess I’m too busy livin’ it to think about it.

I forgive him and like water draining from the sand after a wave, the power he held over me disappears. A slow smile rises on my face.

I love you.” The words come out almost in a panic, as if there’s no time. As if he’s about to walk into Eden again, and I’ve got to say it before he disappears behind the door. “I love you too.” Jimmy’ response startles me back to the room, the tobacco tin forgotten in my hand. I close it and set it on the counter, afraid of whatever drug it is inside that has me hallucinating. “I must be losing my mind,” I say, shaking my head. “I thought I just heard you say that you loved me.” “I did,” Jimmy replies. “You did?” “Of course. You said it to me first. It woulda been rude to leave ya hangin’ there, wouldn’t it?

I meant it,” he says. “You meant what?” “What I said in your apartment.” “You did?” He nods. We drop our cloths on the ground and hug each other. The path and the mountains and the entire world seem to slip away beneath us until only he and I remain. Then the sun rises over the peaks and warms my naked back. Of all the birthday gifts ever given in the history of the world, I can’t imagine one better than an embrace like this from your best friend.

I remember in treatment, Mr. Shaw told me that the alcohol and drugs never were my problem. He said the alcohol and drugs were my solution and that was my problem. And he was right.

You can say no if you dun’ wanna do it,” he finally says, “but I was thinkin’ maybe you could teach me to read.” “Shit, Jimmy, I just gave away my reading slate to Bill.” “I know it,” he says, “but I didn’t wanna read none of that stuff anyhow.” “Then what did you want to read?” “I wanna read those poems you said you might write.” I can’t help but smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “Okay, Jimmy. I’m going to write you a poem for your birthday, and then I’m going to teach you how to read it.

You know why God’s so hard to find, Trevor? No, Mr. Shaw, I say, why is God so hard to find? God’s so hard to find because he ain’t lost!