We rise up And we fall downOnly to rise again

You are beholdenTo the truthIt is the wayIt is the pathIt is your destinyTo be trueIs to be

You need to trustTo surrenderTo ask for guidanceGo within for the answersThey're within youYou have the answersAll you need do is ask

Let your wisdom guide youOn your own personal journey By listening to your heartYour soul will be alight And let you beAll that you are intended to be

Each day is a giftTo embrace and welcome

Hope is a journeyInto an enchanted tomorrow

The key is loveIt is the gatewayTo hopeTo joyTo enhanced livingLove is the answer

Loving oneselfIs the most primalOf all survival mechanisms

The past embraces the futureThe future embraces the pastThey are both intertwinedLinked in all eternity

Always rememberYou are lovedYou carry the loveYou spread the loveYou radiate the loveAnd the love is returned to you

Even in the darkest cloudsThere are specks of joyOut of the darknessComes lightJust as dayAlways follows night

It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.

Decades of Saddam’s rule made what could have been a fairly rich country, due to its oil reserves, into a very poor one.

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

The people who were really important are the ones whose names are forgotten. And that's true of every movement that ever existed.

The love of Christ fills our hearts and makes us always able to forgive!

Sometimes I wish I were less sensible.

I made a conscious decision that I was not going to have children. I didn't want others raising them, and looking after them myself would get in the way of being a musician and writer.

It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.

Liberty is the only true riches: of all the rest we are at once the masters and the slaves.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.