If kindness is beauty, patience is disarming elegance.
The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands.
Every person sees the world through lenses of his or her own design – individual goggles that alter focus and perspective as desired. For those who wish the world to be dark and ugly and unapproachable, it is. But for those who wish it to be beautiful, it is a garden playground blooming with bright, happy colors.
MOM – Mistress Of Miracles.
Just say “I’m sorry.” It’s not a tongue twister. It does not need repeating multiple times. The phrase is simple and short, easy to articulate. And the last time I checked, it sounded just as good – if not better – in a whisper. So just say it; say “I’m sorry.
The truth is that few know the truth.
To believe in yourself is to light a spark with the potential to start a fire.
Eyes speak louder than words; life is precious; hate is poison; God is the best of all possible friends; silence and time are valuable treasures; happiness can be just as powerful in pretend; and soft licorice is a temptation in any color, especially exotic black.
Sunshine warms us, as do smiles – which makes me think that smiles are sunbeams reflected off our teeth.
I can be tolerant of traffic jams and disorganization, faulty technology, miserable weather, and bland foods. People, however, require more than the cold, grudging favor of being tolerated. They require love.
Hey, pretty book, why don’t you lie in my lap awhile?
Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow.
Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.
Some days I feel like my worth is being reevaluated every five minutes.
Laughter can deflate almost any problem down to its proper size.
When a monster grows quiet and crumbles to the ground weeping, you feel sorry for him. You may approach with caution and hope, whispering words of peace. But in the morning he will rise to his full height, roaring and stomping and baring his sharp teeth because he is, after all, a monster.
Imagined happiness is still happiness.
Some books mirror reality while others are entirely fantasy. My favorite are those that manage to weave both into a world.
You stare at your dream from a distance, longing, sighing, seeing what you deem is a warning of IMPOSSIBLE. But if you would squint real hard you would see the truth; the sign correctly reads ‘I’M POSSIBLE.
The magic of reading happens when an author’s written work strings you along until your imagination, aware of your wants, molds the tale into an extraordinary world to be visited frequently – perhaps dwelt in for years.