And then she learnt to be a little wild she had to be a little less afraid.

It takes courage to become authentic. So many talk about the light but not enough speak the truth about the struggles it takes to get there and the tools to overcome it all.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

You will meet many opponents in your time that will come face to face with your flaws, trust the chaos ~ pain & confusion is the pathway to break open and become free.

Know your worth and love yourself in such a way that anyone who is no good for you, wont be able to reach you.

You have to learn where your weaknesses end and your strengths starts or you will spend your life focusing on all that falls apart.

Happiness will be fleeting if you constantly search for it in places that can be taken away. It's an inside job.

I am a wild woman. it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

Sometimes all it takes is a little watering everyday and a sunny day to follow, that's how weeds become flowers and new dawns rise - why would it be any less then for a human life?

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

Darkness is stronger than light

Getting married is a good deal like going to a restaurant with your friends. You order what you want and then when you see what the other fellow got you wish you had taken that.

I find the whole time travel question very unsettling if you take it to its logical extension. I think it might eventually be possible, but then what happens?

If there is no God or no evidence of God and certainly no evidence of a very morally engaged god, then whatever has to be done has to be done by us.

The people I know that have the hardest time keeping it together emotionally are people that don't workout.

This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man?

It is a feeble compassion that pulls up short where self-interest begins.

You 'mustn't' nothing in your life. I don't 'must' nothing in the life, just die. It's important, yeah, but I have also a future in front of me.

Even for learned men, love of fame is the last thing to be given up.

The logic of the poet - that is, the logic of language or the experience itself - develops the way a living organism grows: it spreads out towards what it loves, and is heliotropic, like a plant.