She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

It takes courage to become authentic. So many talk about the light but not enough speak the truth about the struggles it takes to get there and the tools to overcome it all.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

You will meet many opponents in your time that will come face to face with your flaws, trust the chaos ~ pain & confusion is the pathway to break open and become free.

Know your worth and love yourself in such a way that anyone who is no good for you, wont be able to reach you.

You have to learn where your weaknesses end and your strengths starts or you will spend your life focusing on all that falls apart.

Happiness will be fleeting if you constantly search for it in places that can be taken away. It's an inside job.

I am a wild woman. it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

Sometimes all it takes is a little watering everyday and a sunny day to follow, that's how weeds become flowers and new dawns rise - why would it be any less then for a human life?

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

The need to prove who you are will vanish once you know who you are.

Women are extraordinary creatures!

Whatever this feeling is - this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.

Charm is a glow within a woman which casts a most becoming light on others.

I had a buddy of mine call up the other day, all upset 'cause he slept with his third cousin. And I'm like, Man, if it upsets you that much, quit countin' them!

Are we going to say sorry for our lack of customer service? Absolutely not.

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

Conscience, that vicegerent of God in the human heart, whose "still small voice" the loudest revelry cannot drown.