There are many who don’t wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don’t wish to wake for the same fear.
While you judge me by my outward appearance I am silently doing the same to you, even though there’s a ninety-percent chance that in both cases our assumptions are wrong.
Don’t underestimate the power of friendship. Those bonds are tight stitches that close up the holes you might otherwise fall through.
Dear God, I hurt. Please hold me. Amen.
It’s none of your concern what others say or think about you. Your happiness is your own responsibility.
We never think lightly of those who walk with us on our uphill days.
Things always appear clear and simple from behind glass. It is in the thick of tribulations that blurring details arise, complicating my life. You can’t rightly judge me, nor can you assist, from a shielded viewpoint.
This thing that troubles you is only one small part of your life. Don’t allow it to be all-consuming when there’s so much more to embrace.
It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.
The reason people fail to reach their goals is because they give up too early; they don’t understand that most successes are built upon foundations of multiple attempts.
Closing your eyes won’t make the awfulness go away. It may be that nothing will. But dwelling on it, dreading the evil, playing out the misery in your head – doesn’t this feed the monster? You can’t close your eyes to life, but you can choose where your gaze lingers.
Some build their castles ’mid thunderbolts and fireworks. My worlds take shape in silence.
If you plan to build walls around me, know this – I will walk through them.
To persist with a goal, you must treasure the dream more than the costs of sacrifice to attain it.
Love is not complicated – just smile, hug, kiss, be kind, and repeat.
I see the good in the world because I choose to. I don’t imagine that it’s there; it’s there waiting to be noticed.
We always feel the brunt of the blow dealt to us, but hardly ever do we feel the impact we have on others. Why is that?
True greatness demands humility; the journey draws it from your struggling soul.
Saying ‘I’m sorry’ is saying ‘I love you’ with a wounded heart in one hand and your smothered pride in the other.
It seems a peculiar thing when I go to fill my own cup; it remains empty as if the liquid evaporates as soon as it touches the glass. Yet when I reach to top off the cups of others, my own spills over. This is the crazy magic of charity.