“Fear, you have no place here.”

I want to be free like a bird, I will fly. In you I will find freedom, for you the sky.

Look at the flowers, and the birds in the sky, if they never worry then why should I? for he holds my life in his hands.

I think maybe its time for us to redefine love.

Her beautiful smile, her soft, tender heart; she’s an actual, walking, work of art.

I feel so deeply sometimes I forget that others don’t feel things to these same depths.

No matter where you are or where you are going, know this: there’s still hope in the midst of not knowing.

You are you and that is all you need to be.

Hope may come in many ways but cling to this: God will never change hope found in him will always remain.

I know god has a plan for me, so I can be at peace, knowing that on the road beyond he’ll always be with me.

So I throw my life in your hands, it was always yours anyway.

This is not the end of what you are doing; in fact, its the very beginning.

If you don’t appreciate the now, when the later becomes the now, you won’t appreciate it either.

There is so much joy to be found on this journey if only we acre to stop and look.

Hope comes when you stop looking around and start looking up.

She fell in love with the sky, the stars and the creator of it all.

God may not answer in the way we want him to, but he always answers.

Maybe the fear is that we are less than we think we are, when the actuality of it is that we are much much more.

Fear is bound to disappear when you realize that failure is not something shameful, damaging, destructive, or painful, but something natural.

The religion of the name of the seas will triumph against the sect of the son of Adaluncatif; The obstinate, lamented sect will be fearful of the two wounded by Aleph and Aleph.

I believe passion is the sword of love that pierces through the wall of fears that hold us back.

We’ve never understood the hate you fear in us. Our love makes protests feel like celebrations.

If we are honest with ourselves, most of us will have to admit that we live out our lives in an ocean of fear.

Fear of being a flawed person lay at the root of my trance, and I had sacrificed many moments over the years in trying to prove my worth. Like the tiger Mohini, I inhabited a self-made prison that stopped me from living fully.

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?