Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

I accept that today may be imperfect... I accept that I may be as well. What I don't accept is that imperfection should be the crutch I use to excuse myself from participating in joy.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.

Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

If you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror.

The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.

Business owners should not have to choose between violating their faith and violating the law.

Never say never. I myself say no to things, and then I wear them. So, I'm now kind of sticking to the rule that there are no rules. Everything eventually comes back.

Growth is ignited anytime you put in expressways and interchanges. It's a synergistic effect.

If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn't very vital.

Hard courts are very negative for the body. I know the sport is a business and creating these courts is easier than clay or grass, but I am 100 per cent sure it is wrong.

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

Gratitude draws the mind into closer touch with the source from which the blessings come.

That energy field can be called God, soul, spirit, or consciousness.

Have you noticed that the people who actually make the laws, the people in power, never make laws for themselves?