I didn't survivethe storm outsideto allow anyone (including myself)to erode my soul

Yes, my scars shape meToday, I have learnt to coverit with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life

Pushed into darkness, the only way out wasto seek light with thetorch of hope and faithburning in my heart

My eyes constantly seekthe rainbow of my dreamsand I sometimes fail to be grateful for raindropsthat keeps my hope alive

Your exuberance, passion, mesmerizing voice, animated actions, and eyes full of dreamscaptured my attentionso completely, that I didn't feel the bitter taste of coffee

The pull of lingering dreams, the strong, bitter tasteof morning coffee, the ticking clock, and horn of awaiting busform a powerful combination to kick-start the day

I was wandering lonely and lost, till the musicyou played pulledmy soul into a vortex of emotions, reminding me thatI was still alive

I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival

The road to recovery may be tough, but I've closed all the doorsthat lead to giving upWith only one choice in hand, I am focused on healing

I plan for all obstacles, I prepare with care, I worry endlesslyfor the road aheadIn all this, I forgetto enjoy small momentsof my present journey

Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend

Unhappy people can be very dangerous, don't forget that.

...it's most important to accept that your yoga poses may not look like everyone else's. That's okay. Just adapt the poses to your current state of being.

Any married man should forget his mistakes - no use two people remembering the same thing.

Like a lot of people whose children were small in the 2000s, I read [Daniel Handler] books out loud and I loved them.

Fashion is about owning whatever you're wearing, regardless of if it's a high fashion statement or not.

I don't like to sit back and gloat, because the world is fragile. Life is fragile, so I never really gloat.

Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled Down through the long loneliness of the world Until we behold the pain, become the pearl

The idea of choice is easily debased if one forgets that the aim is to have chosen successfully, not to be endlessly choosing.

French people do like good fighting, they like it better than anything.

We've seen in the last half century an incredible shift. This is just an extraordinary time to be alive.