You can't control the perception of others no matter how hard you try. Do things that promote personal growth and health.

Genuine happiness is hard to miss.

I know I have an incredibly amazing family that loves and supports me unconditionally. I have a best friend I consider to be a sister, and I've recently discovered my true love.

Love is not materialistic. It's intangible yet somehow an undeniable feeling. You know it when you have it. I have lots of love in my life and I am blessed.

Love does not judge. Love promotes personal growth.

I've recently learned not to take things personally. We can get offended by anything if we want to.

I just do my best to react to chaos with love, and hopefully, other people will catch on and do things out of love too.

If you think about it, we are always centered in the middle of chaos. It never goes away.

With great influence comes great responsibility.

Nowadays, influencers do anything to keep up with each other for attention, and it's not always something today's youth should mimic.

I'd have to say, what inspires me is making sure my siblings have a good role model to look up to.

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

How one responds in these dire circumstances says a lot about one's faith and the strength of one's beliefs.

It is praiseworth to be open and honest, but you must be very discriminating on where and with whom you apply that most sacred virtue.

When the movie's done, you talk about either the score or source music over a particular scene, what might work. You just throw a piece of music over the scene, and we both listen to it.

By setting up a universe which tends to hold everything we do, see, and say in the sway of its cosmos, an archetype is best comparable with a God

In our contemporary world, no one can think or work with a single picture of what a family is. No one can fit all human behavior, all thought and feeling, into a single pattern.

My mother's one idea was to sacrifice her life to her children and she had done nothing else since the death of my father. We wished that she had married again instead.

Whether or not all this came to pass in an East African ditch, I wouldn't like to say. Perhaps it happened in North Africa or further west, but Africa was definitely the place.

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?