Some of the pain released, and love filled the cleared space, uniting, magnetizing more self-love to it.

Souls aren’t discrete units — or even units at all. They’re more like reflections of consciousness in a fractured mirror.

For everything about him fitting her fantasy image of what she wanted, she still didn’t feel seen by him…and that made her all the more aware that maybe her fantasy wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

There is too much emphasis on being positive, to the detriment of being real.

He hasn’t really seen you, not as you want to be seen, but he’s starting to, a little.

Then you shouldn’t be worried about him being with me. You can have him back when I’m done with him.

You would not be here TODAY if YESTERDAY was your defining moment. LIVE THIS DAY and move towards your dreams.

Eat healthily, sleep well, breathe deeply, move harmoniously.

Prayer to the patriarchs and prophets was more than the recital of well-known and well-worn phrases-it was the outpouring of the heart.

Most men are so thoroughly subjective that nothing really interests them but themselves.

I try to live in a little bit of my own joy and not let people steal it or take it.

The thing we look for everywhere is, you know, music that resonates with us. This is what moves me. And hopefully my music will move someone else.

While I've said that there are plenty of things I dislike about the South, I can be clear that there are things I love about the South.

The paintings usually start as abstracts and then I look at them and look at them, and like a Rorschach test, I try and see what it is.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

The settler and pioneer have at bottom had justice on their side; this great continent could not have been kept as nothing but a game preserve for squalid savages.