They may call your victories, "lucky"...They may mock your failures...They may laugh at your heartache...But still, they will never be happy. This is the cyclical emptiness of the hater mindset.

Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.

Don't confuse poor decision-making with destiny. Own your mistakes. It's ok; we all make them. Learn from them so they can empower you!

The road to success is always under construction.

I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.

When in a relationship, a real man doesn't make his woman jealous of others, he makes others jealous of his woman.

Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.

I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.

I believe in the immeasurable power of love that true love can endure any circumstance and reach across any distance.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count!

If you're not comfortable enough with yourself or with your own truth when entering a relationship, then you're not ready for that relationship.

I lucked out when I started to sing. I'd already experienced failing at everything else.

For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.

I think Stephen Sondheim is a - and I hardly ever use this word - but this is as close as it gets to a genius.

Churches are not the kingdom of God, but are primary and inevitable expressions, outposts, and instrumentalities of presence of the kingdom among us. They are 'societies' of Jesus.

I find it ironic to read stories about myself which have never occurred and are simply so absurd that they are comical. At other times, it is very painful to be so misinterpreted and vilified.

Bob Kelly was so dumb, they shoulda written his name on the Stanley Cup in crayon.

When people expect me to go right, I'll go left. I'm unpredictable.

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

A global human society, characterised by islands of wealth, surrounded by a sea of poverty, is unsustainable