The only energy that has any power in your life is the gift of breath from God.

You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.

Your willingness to look at your darkness is what empowers you to change

Gratitude is like a magnet; the more grateful you are, the more you will receive to be grateful for.

Comparison is an act of violence against the self.

Change doesn't have to be hard, and healing doesn't have to hurt. Surely by now you know that every thing happens for a reason! There is something better awaiting you on the other side of this.

No storm can last forever. It will never rain 365 days consecutively. Keep in mind that trouble comes to pass, not to stay. Don't worry! No storm, not even the one in your life, can last forever.

Be patient with yourself. Be gentle with yourself. Know that all things are working in your favor. If you take one step toward the light of Spirit, Spirit will take five steps on your behalf.

Challenges come so we can grow and be prepared for things we are not equipped to handle now.

Everything happens when it needs to happen; everyone is always where they need to be. You will never miss out on what is meant for you, even if it has to come to you in a roundabout way.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

It may take little time to get where you want to be, but if you pause and think for a moment, you will notice that you are no longer where you were. Do not stop—keep going.

What are you doing with life God has given you?

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

You think you know it, but you always find out new stuff.

The actions of a human being, even of fifteen months of age, may not be without significance to a sympathetic eye.

I think one of the great bits of The Muppet show is that it was set in a 19th century British theater and they live so nicely amongst that lovely old theater.

You can't be a free spirit in a place that feels like it was built on lockdown.

I urge you to ask yourself just how honorable it is to preside over the abuse and suffering of animals.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.