Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

She took time to think on things

As we form our individual opinions of our fellow man, let us base them on our similarities and not our differences.

After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.

And I don't like having my picture taken. I'm almost like an old African in that sense. I think it steals a bit of the soul.

The journey is its own reward.

You are the Michelangelo of your own life. The David you are sculpting is you.

I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.

It is the child who makes the man, and no man exists who was not made by the child he once was.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Examine well your blood.