A sunny, happy day is beautiful, but when it's moody, and storm is coming, there's an energy in the air.

Don't forget that love is all you came here for, not anything less. Need I say more?

I think everybody, no matter what they eat, they should eat at least fifty percent raw food. But I eat some seafood.

Blessed is this life, I'm gonna celebrate being alive.

Follow your heart and you won't get lost.

The ocean inspires me because there's the energy of the water moving.

I used to want to be fully observational, but I'm just not that kind of writer. My process always changes depending on how, when, and where inspiration stiles me.

The mountains inspire me because they are just still and they have such a strong, quiet presence that feels very old.

If I hear a really good song it's like, oh man, I want to write a song that good. But the urge to create mostly comes from nature, weather and I think it just effects me.

Nothing has happened too fast, nothing has happened too slow. It has been a mellow rise, and I'm thankful for that. I haven't lost my head, and I haven't lost my desire to keep growing.

I think most artists would agree, it's one thing to be playing in front of a crowd that's loving it, it's another thing to add cameras, but it's a really cool trade off to be on television.

God is writing His story on the pages of our lives.

Take that chance :even though this is hard, you'll get it in a peace.Leave that chance :i know it's easy, but you will always walk in regret

You don't have to reach for the stars if you are already shining like one.

All of my favorite people - people I really trust - none of them were cool in their younger years.

Emo: e-mo 1. A much-maligned, mocked, and misunderstood term for melodic, expressive, and confessional punk rock.

The spiritual warrior hides from nothing. We jump into the fire, we dive into the ocean. We become the sea.

I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.

How can you expect God to speak in that gentle and inward voice which melts the soul, when you are making so much noise with your rapid reflections? Be silent and God will speak again.

Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.