Real happiness comes from loving you're inner self and excepting the things you can't change. Flaws perfectly imperfect.

Loving yourself comes first from there everything else falls into place

So much of who I was then I'm not today, I've changed for the better through the years, I've grown spiritually. I look at people differently, everyone is unique in their own special way

Don't let your journey fade. It's God's way of reminding us that we need him in our lives and it's not wrong

I have better understanding how difficult and complex life can be, fortunately I know when not to take things so seriously and just enjoy every moment

My life isn't perfect and it will never be I make mistakes, I learn from them and keep moving forward.

Forgiving yourself is the first step, forgetting, well it never goes away. Moving forward and walking with one foot in front of the other does get you somewhere. Just keep walking.

The real beauty is living life to it's fullest, to reach a destination and live life for the Lord.

Good things happen to those who wait. It's the waiting that takes the longest.

We have it in ourselves to do what we are meant to do.

Smile, laugh, spread a little joy in someone's life, it surely come back on you in a good way.

Simple survival is never as ordinary as it seems!

My heart do be so big, " she whispered. "It be so big and I do reckon I be about the happiest kid for it.

In the mind of the kid in skinny jeans leading the worship band, there isn’t a large enough gap between holiness and sinfulness, truth and error, demons and angels, or heaven and hell.

I am sure that no man can derive more pleasure from money or power than I do from seeing a pair of basketball goals in some out of the way place.

Composing is not a profession. It is a maniaa harmless madness.

Mistrust first impulses; they are nearly always good.

Shame is like the weaver's thread; if it breaks in the net, it is wholly imperfect.

Arabs don't do crime fiction. I read crime fiction and I read Arabic literature, and I wish this was a novel I could have read in Arabic.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.

I'm lucky to have family around me. Otherwise, I'll be taking the risk of falling in love with myself.