“Every storm started with just a little drizzling.”

If distance kills a relationship; it wasn’t love to begin with.

You smell like my mother when she is happy.

Never let the same wound scar you twice.

I’ve seen more courageous daughters than stronger men.

You said you loved the chaos, so how was I any different?

Hold on to your thought that reminds you to hold onto yourself.

Normalize not giving second chances for mistakes that were inexcusable.

My sky is too blue for me to be scared of people painting it a little grey.

God hasn’t made anything yet you couldn’t conquer.

Laugh often, the universe always falls in love with a little bit of madness.

I stopped going through a lot of doors after I remembered how miserable I was last time coming out of it.

I think I’m just one question away from telling a stranger how heavy the weight I’ve been carrying.

Love is knowing that she is delicate and not breaking her still.

You’d be a fool to think that you leaving me in darkness meant I’d stay there forever.

Only humans have the tendency to break something and be disgusted by the pieces.

At the end we all settle for peace.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Begin to listen to what you say. Don’t say anything that you don’t want to become true for you.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.

Prayer begins by talking to God, but it ends by listening to Him. In the face of Absolute Truth, silence is the soul’s language.

An affirmation opens the door. It’s a beginning point on the path to change.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Exactly at the instant when hope ceases to be reasonable it begins to be useful.

Life is a book that never ends. Chapters close, but not the book itself. The end of one physical incarnation is like the end of a chapter, on some level setting up the beginning of another.