“Failure is only the opportunity to begin again. Only this time, more wisely.”

It is important to draw wisdom from many different places. If we take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale.

Good Times Become Good Memories, But Bad Times Make Good Lessons.

There are reasons each of us is born. We have to find those reasons.

When you’re in your darkest place, you give yourself hope and that’s inner strength.

I always tried to tell you that Pai Sho is more than just a game.

Sick of tea? That’s like being sick of breathing!

You will be the beautiful prince you were always meant to be.

I was never angry with you. I was sad, because I was afraid you’d lost your way.

Sometimes the best way to solve your own problems is to help someone else.

Sharing tea with a fascinating stranger is one of life’s true delights.

If you look for the dark, that is all you’ll ever see.

While it is always best to believe in one’s self, a little help from others can be a great blessing.

Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not.

I know you’re not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but it’s just so sad!

It is usually best to admit mistakes when they occur, and to seek to restore honor.

You have light and peace inside of you. If you let it out, you can change the world around you.

How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.

Now I begin to be a disciple. Let fire and cross, flocks of beasts, broken bones, dismemberment come upon me, so long as I attain to Jesus Christ.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Begin to listen to what you say. Don’t say anything that you don’t want to become true for you.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.

Prayer begins by talking to God, but it ends by listening to Him. In the face of Absolute Truth, silence is the soul’s language.

An affirmation opens the door. It’s a beginning point on the path to change.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.