I grew up in a difficult environment, but I became a Christian as a teen. My mom and my sister soon became Christians also.

Girls can be so petty and jealous. I swear they're worse than guys sometimes. Except they're all quiet about it. They sugarcoat it or else they talk behind each other's backs. It's seriously twisted.

I mean all this focus on how we look on the outside. It's just all wrong

God planned for our lives to connect. Let's make sure we keep it that way.

A book is kind of like a river; I simply jump in and start swimming.

It takes a good habit to replace a bad habit.

Shut off the internal bashing.

Being a teenager these days is not for the faint of heart.

It seems totally unfair that the way we look matters so much. I mean, why can't we just get over this gotta-be-thin-and-beautiful thing? Why can't we just accept ourselves and others for what we are?

New life, new hope, new joy will start when this is given from the heart.

Sometimes we have to let our dreams go in order to allow God to bring them back to us - in his way and his timing.

Finding your purpose isn't enough. the challenge for our generation is creating a world where everyone has a sense of purpose.

Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be.

Friends are sometimes the only thing that keep us from plunging into the abyss. But you have to reach for them, and they have to be there on the other side of the cliff reaching out to you too.

It was as if they had climbed the last hill in creation.

The prayer that begins with trustfulness, and passes on into waiting, will always end in thankfulness, triumph, and praise.

It's very difficult to be right about something without hurting someone with it.

The wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows.

L.A. interests me, the whole band scene and relaxed carefree feel, but it does not mean you have to dress like a hippy.

Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy

To tell the truth I never had it so good. But I lacked the strength of character to bear such joy.