We accept the love we think we deserve. please help me to recognize the truth about myself,no matter how beautiful it is.

Everyone and everything that shows up in our life is a reflection of something that is happening inside of us.

Be happy with what you have. Be excited about what you want.

Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect.

Guilt: punishing yourself before God doesn't.

Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.

Everything will line up perfectly when knowing and living the truth becomes more important than looking good.

Happy people do not demand a lot from the world because their happiness proceeds from a place deeper than the world can touch.

Personal growth is not a matter of learning new information but of unlearning old limits.

The fire of purpose easily melts the icicles of obstacles.

To grow, you must be willing to let your present and future be totally unlike your past. Your history is not your destiny.

The greatest joy of the oppressed people, is enjoying his freedom while, the greatest misfortune of the oppressors is to suffer for the joy of his people.

Your mind is a Microcosm of strength and power. There’s all the magic you need in it. When all else fails, search within!

She seemed to be lovely still to herself, as if no amount of looking into mirrors could ruin her illusion.

The biggest misconception about me is the bad-boy image that everyone stuck me into due to my tattoos, drug days and the constant changes I make with my hair color.

The last struggles of a great superstition are very frequently the worst.

It was an honor to coach him. He should be proud of what he did this year.

You want people to identify with the person on the screen or in the theater, but you don't want them to identify with you as a person.

I never had a role that I set out for. I always wanted to have a body of work that I'm proud of. Save for two projects, which will never pass my lips, I'm happy with what I've done.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

Not a place upon earth might be so happy as America. Her situation is remote from all the wrangling world, and she has nothing to do but to trade with them.