“Things do not have to be shiny and loud, to be important.”

I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be free.

Speak to yourself like you would a child whom you love.

Where you are now, is not where you will always be.

Things that don’t work out often pave the way for things that will.

We only stop growing when we resist change.

The more love we give, the more healing we receive.

Take perfection, give me peace.

Rejection is a reminder to go where you are valued.

I can exist where there is chaos and not be swept away from it.

If a dream has been planted in your heart, nobody can keep you from the harvest.

Gratitude, fill me up and overwhelm me with peace.

Like every song, life is a sequence of notes. A symphony of highs and lows.

Maybe strength is less about carrying the load and more about letting go.

We all start off afraid.

Give yourself time to rest + heal + then rise.

Do not settle in the dirt. Get up and make something from it.

I went to a church where you could not sing out loud in the service until you had been saved.

I’m just a loud Irish guy.

Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you don’t even blink.

A loud voice cannot compete with a clear voice, even if it’s a whisper.

Don’t worry. You don’t know enough to worry. . . . Who do you think you are that you should worry, for cryin’ out loud. It’s a total waste of time. It presupposes such a knowledge of the situation that it is, in fact, a form of hubris.

There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.

I grew up in a very loud and dramatic household, and we loved being in the spotlight.