Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.
Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?
But we are not what the other one needs, still he is certain that I will find great love in my life someday. He is sure of it. After all, he says, beauty attracts beauty.
There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it. The grief cauterizes itself, scars over, prevents inflated feeling. Such numbness is a kind of mercy.
Nobody’s really paying that much attention to your massive personal dramas.
Beauty is not required. Beauty is accuracy’s distraction.
That’s just your ego, trying to make sure it stays in charge. This is what ego does. It keeps you feeling separate, keeps you with a sense of duality, tries to convince you that you’re flawed and broken and alone instead of whole.
Every day when you wake up, ask yourself, ‘What do I really, really, really want? ’ You have to say really, really, really, otherwise you won’t believe it.
At the end of the day I am a writer, and if I don’t take care of this, no one else will.
Fear can have a voice, but it doesn’t get a vote.
I believe in a magnificent God.
True power comes from standing in your own truth and walking your own path.
When a man who looks like Yoda hands you a prophecy, you have to respond.
Success isn’t about acquiring things, it’s about discovering your life purpose and following the call.
Who amongst us lives without sacrifice?
Sometimes beauty needs a bit of ignoring, to properly come into being.
I cannot overstate the power of libraries in my life.
I never promised the universe that I would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write.
What are you willing to give up, in order to become who you really need to be?
There’s nothing special about your fear.