“I love my sadness because it is honest.”

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Honesty in politics is the result of strength; hypocrisy is the result of weakness.

I honestly wear myself out walking around, fixing this and fixing that. Maybe that’s why I like to work so much – so I can just get to that moment where I’m like, “Whoa.” I have to be super tired and knocked out to stop!

But as for the future, I foresee a world which is more creative, more open, more loving, more ecologically friendly, more honest about its history and progress, and I think a lot of those contributions will be made by young people.

Achievements on the golf course are not what matters, decency and honesty are what matter.

Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.

Can you honestly say the environment(s) you are in will yield the kind of harvest you are expecting?

Intimacy with God is that I can come in with the honesty of my heart, tell Him how much I’m hurting.

You have to be honest about who you are.