Sharing your story is a courageous step towards healing your own heart.

A good story invites us into someone else's world where we learn, discover commonalities, and leave with compassion and understanding.

The power to heal is all in the hug.

Each of you are a voice. Together we are a choir, a powerful choir of change that circles the globe with love.

I already know sorrow. Today I choose joy.

The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.

It’s okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it’s vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

I carry your kindness wherever I go. That way your love touches far more than just me.

Hugs are nourishment for the heart.

She who heals herself, heals others.

If you are willing to wait, you will get what you want.

Men are not our problem; it's what we are trying to get from them that messes us up. We use guys like mirrors to see if we're valuable.

I've seen Dempsey fight and I was impressed with his lack of knowledge.

I absolutely believe my talent is God-given. I ask God for a lot, but I also thank him. I'm a very demanding believer.

We should be careful that our benevolence does not exceed our means.

I saw how greatly he suffered the requirement of being clever. It separated him from his soul, and it didn't get him anything other than a living

I feel in poetry there aren't that many rules that you need to absolutely live by depending on your style of poetry.

When it comes to mountains there are two kinds of people; those who walk half way up & quit & those who conquer it which one are you?

I would argue that religion comes from a desire to get to the questions of, 'Where do we come from?' and 'How shall we live?' And I would say I don't need religion to answer those questions.

That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!