“Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.”

Honestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.

Yes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.

When you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?

Falling apart to fall together again.

Don’t be afraid to feel everything.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

Forgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.

All of this heartache is a war story.

What a victory it will be to taste the light again.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.

Hope, it is small. But it is always enough.

In some sad truth, I’ll always want more of you.

Yes I make mistakes that I don’t ever make excuses for.

I put my flaws on front street. So the world accepted my flaws, so I don’t have any flaws.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me.

If I can give you one strong piece of advice, when you go away for that romantic weekend, whatever you do, do not accept or take the upgrade to the honeymoon suite.

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her; but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.

It’s easier to accept the fact that you’re just not good enough. We all have a lot more than we think we have.

We cannot think of being acceptable to others until we have first proven acceptable to ourselves.