“I thought about leaving because of our differences, but I loved the way you lived your life, and that was enough to make me fall in love.”

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Though I kept missing you every day, I missed myself more when I wasn’t alone and finding my soul again was the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

Is it the obstacles that stop us from blossoming among our scariest worries or is it the fears themselves?

You taught me how to be kind, generous, honest, truthful, trustworthy, authentic, by simply being yourself.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

When I thought I lost everything, all I lost were old stories, the ones that didn’t belong within me anymore. Perhaps, it wasn’t that I lost anything, It’s that I was getting rid of what was no longer right for me.

Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.

One of the most incredible feelings is feeling at home through places, people, within yourself, and who you are.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

The difference between a welfare state and a totalitarian state is a matter of time.

If you give up on the idea that your voice can make a difference, then other voices will fill the void.

Too many of us still believe our differences define us.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.

In our work and in our living, we must recognize that difference is a reason for celebration and growth, rather than a reason for destruction.

The difference between successful people and really successful people is that really successful people say no to almost everything.

That was a difference between black slaves and white indentured servants. Black slaves were usually not allowed to keep their names, but were given new names by their owners.

You know the difference between a tornado and divorce in the south? Nothing! Someone is losing a trailer.