A person who plays the game knowing he will win, doesn’t impress me as much as the person who plays the game even though he knows that he might lose.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

As a man thinkers so, is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

Can still windmill, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

— N'Zuri Za Austin

Even in death, his last breath was poetry existing in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering, yet never reliving his life will never be what it used to be like.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

I'd give you my heart, but you'd just give it back, so I'll give you my words instead.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

— N'Zuri Za Austin

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

— N'Zuri Za Austin

I hate looking at you sometimes. Looking into the eyes of a woman that holds so many secrets, so much pain, so many regrets. On the surface, you seem so normal - as if life has been kind to you. But your eyes - your eyes reveal a different story. Your eyes reveal...

— N'Zuri Za Austin

I hate looking at you sometimes. Looking into the eyes of a woman that holds so many secrets, so much pain, so many regrets. On the surface, you seem so normal - as if life has been kind to you. But your eyes. - your eyes reveal a different story. Your eyes reveal...

— N'Zuri Za Austin