I can feel it, logic is trying to distract me but my heart it's screaming it's him.

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.

And the book... and the work.. and the life goes to the whole beginning... and trying to answer how in real did we met.(Mr.Nobody, No One Tell)

You have an inbuilt goodness. Why should you allow some poisonous elements to destroy that goodness? Protect your goodness by any means. Stay away from the toxic people.

To be successful, one must take chances.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

I am certainly very pro-Europe.

I believe that if you think about what style means, you won't become a fashion victim.

You can't be a human without seeing.

American Psalms challenges Christian patriots to put aside personal agendas, prejudices and partisanship, and pray for our leaders as God commands.

The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.

Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds, Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds, This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.