In this life we all walk by faith – faith in something – because none of us knows for certain what is to come. All we really have is hope and faith.
It is near impossible to be genuinely Christlike without earnestly desiring it. You must WANT to be like Christ before you can BE like Christ.
A stubbornly proud man cannot humble himself; he has neither the strength nor the courage. So have pity, then, and forgive him.
Believing in your own worth radiates enough inner light to make you glow.
Deceit, distortion, misdirection, and concealment are all lies in altered masks.
Praying is admitting you don’t got this, but you know God does.
I find only sadness and melancholy when I wade through the past, even when revisiting good memories. The past is gone; I can neither grasp it nor reshape it. Therefore, I must force my eyes to look toward the future where my mortal powers thrive.
You can lament over what could have been, or you can do something bold; use that energy to create an enviable future. It is up to you.
We are going to make assumptions; that’s what humans do. Since most assumptions are flawed, err on the positive side. Always assume the best.
The most important form of respect is self-respect. Not only does it show others how to treat themselves, it teaches them how to treat you.
They have not walked in your shoes; don’t put much stock in their opinions.
If there is one word in the universe capable of softening hearts, it is this: Mommy.
Mother’s Day is sacred because life is sacred. We owe that breath of life to our mothers. Their sacrifices allow us this extraordinary experience.
The worst day is always the first day. Changing a habit or instigating something new is toughest at the start. By means of repetition, however, these new habits develop. They are strengthened in the course of familiarity.
We all long for a guardian angel in our lives. The luckiest among us call that angel mother.
Give away kindness. Happiness will repay you.
Sometimes I feel like a little spider that people want to squash under the soles of their boots, and for the life of me I can’t figure out why.
We are free because we are willing to defend our freedoms to the death.
Freedom is the color of red. It is saturated with the blood of those who fought to attain it, and it will continue to be colored by the blood of those who fight to protect it.
You can harden your heart, dig yourself in, and retreat into the pit of the deepest, darkest cave, but that will not make the light die. Light will always exist. Hiding from it cannot snuff it out.