Within every heart's Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.

Your transformation will begin the moment you stop worrying for someone rise to rescue you.

We're all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

Opening to love will always involve risk, but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim, the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

You got it all wrong in your way of thinking.

Pride is lacking in wisdom and not trusting Him (Proverbs 28:25-26).

I loved to read, and I think any child who loves to read will read anything, including the back of the cereal box, which I did every morning.

When I want to check out how my lifes been, I go through my albums. They steps in my life.

Yet the wonder of it all is that, while engaged in a seemingly endless struggle, the Israelis have managed to turn a desert into a garden.

We hate the very idea that our own ideas may be mistaken, so we cling dogmatically to our conjectures.

I love interpreting other people's music.

This world is nothing but a trap. The only place where a man is safe and gets comfort is the secluded place of God.

Only fools want to be great.

Where I'm at now is awesome. A different road might have led me to a different place, and I wouldn't be happy doing anything but music.