“Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.”

We’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.

They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.

Be soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.

When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.

Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.

Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.

She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.

The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.

In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.

You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.

Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.

It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.

Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.

Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.

Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.

Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.

Be gentle, always delicate with every soul you meet, for every single morning you wake up, there is someone Wishing, silently and secretly, that they had not.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Live a little kinder, a little braver, and a lot more gentle with yourself.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

The gentlest man cannot live in peace if it does not please his wicked neighbor.

Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

Consider your honour, as a gentleman, of more weight than an oath.

Just because the world requires you to be tough doesn’t mean you can’t be gentle with yourself.