Some build their castles ’mid thunderbolts and fireworks. My worlds take shape in silence.
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.
Your problem is in thinking the sky’s the limit. Why set limits?
Life is mental; it’s all about attitude. The majority of it is lived in your head.
Comparisons are like rigid fingers – eager to point at a subject but unwilling to grasp it.
Life is a book that someone else is reading – and you, a key character – hence the need for continual conflict and resolution. We can’t have any boring books.
Since when is failure more appealing? Never give up.
Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.
People are drawn to you because you make them feel happy, I understand that. But wouldn’t it be nice to have people flock to you wishing for your happiness?
We are all guilty of sin, error, and moments of sheer stupidity; none of us should be casting stones. The occasional arced pebble might be overlooked.
Happiness branches from the tree of kindness, abounding with the fruit of sweet smiles.
I write so others might contemplate things that are out of the ordinary. I write to make people feel – to cause laughter and tears and anger at injustice. I write so the world will imagine and wonder at crazy, incredible truths. I write to have a tiny bit of influence on a universal conscience.
When thunderstorms roll in, you make a choice to either succumb with tears to the gloomy downpour or smile and look for rainbows.
Don’t ever quit pretending.
Life is a bonfire where everyone else has brought marshmallows, and you – a stick.
You need tell me nothing; I already know your heart. Through your simplest choices you’ve given yourself away.
Let the giggles fill your mouth because nothing else tastes or sounds as sweet as laughter.