( Houston) made me promise several times to look after Krissy... and, Mom, I will never, ever, ever break that promise. Nick Gordon More Quotes by Nick Gordon More Quotes From Nick Gordon Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light. Nick Gordon blesseddarkheart On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Nick Gordon lightdarknight Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. Nick Gordon motherhomesweet By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again. Nick Gordon shadowsoulnight Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat. Nick Gordon innocencehalloweensweet Love of life at times requires death Nick Gordon love-life Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why? Nick Gordon naturesweettravel December finds himself again a child Nick Gordon yieldnightchildren Christmas is a time of little time. Nick Gordon shoppingphoneswriting Only night can make us whole again. Nick Gordon wholenight Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open to the charm of horrors new. Nick Gordon halloweenlustdarkness Sixty years is cause enough to sing Nick Gordon motherbirthdayyears On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park. Nick Gordon halloweendreamhappy As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light. Nick Gordon halloweenlightnight Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago. Nick Gordon long-agoeightlight ...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion. Nick Gordon fuelflamespassion Angels are quite ample cause to cry. Nick Gordon crycausesangel
