One way you can trace your way back to real and true happiness and joy is through forgiveness.

What you have suffered after you have healed will make perfect sense. You will be able to smile at how you overcome the tears of pain.

When you forgive, it does not mean that you have submitted, it simply means that you have made a choice to stop bearing any grudge.

You are the custodian of your own happiness. What other people say, do or think does not create a basis for your happiness. It is you who decides your own happiness, just like forgiveness.

The heart is where the journey of forgiveness begins.

Locking ourselves in the situation where we wish for sympathy and want to be looked at as the aggrieved party normally makes us powerless.

The moment we become forgivers, then we are in line to enjoy the benefits of forgiveness.

The idea of forgiveness is a journey that requires patience. If the journey of forgiveness is well travelled, there is a chance that we are bound to change in a very helpful way.

Sometimes we are very convinced that what we went through needs to be re-lived so we end up going back and forth to the demons of the past and eventually we fail to get over them.

Forgiveness does not change the past, that’s for sure, but it does change the future.

The minute we put aside our self-righteousness and move away from being the aggrieved, then we are on a healing process.

The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

Amidst such Soulful exploration each passage - is given new meaning, wisdom & insight.

Every bird of prey looks over its shoulder before it goes in for the kill, even a hawk. Even they know to watch their backs – every single one but an eagle. It’s fearless.

Once when I was 16 I had my car taken away from me for being past curfew. Oh, and I said a bad word once, and I actually did get my mouth washed out with soap.

Life is too short to be little. You must enlarge your imagination and then act on it.

Beauty loses its relish; the graces never.

And Cape Town is not what it used to be. Foreigners have left their imprint on our culture.

Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.

Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.

I don’t want to be seen smiling, having fun, or eating.