“It will be okay. And even if it isn’t, you will be okay.”

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part.

Fear no more, says the heart.

The best way to cheer yourself is to cheer somebody else up.

God’s word is like medicine. When you meditate on it, it brings healing and wholeness.

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.

What does your conscience say? – ‘You should become the person you are.