“A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.”

A life lived in love will never be dull.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Every moment spent in unhappiness is a moment of happiness lost.

One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

You are a special combination for a purpose.

Success often lies just the other side of failure.

What we call the secret of happiness is no more a secret than our willingness to choose life.

Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them and you have found a lover for life.

Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.

Change. It has the power to uplift, to heal, to stimulate, surprise, open new doors, bring fresh experience and create excitement in life.

Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.

A total immersion in life offers the best classroom for learning to love.

Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness.

If I don’t have wisdom, I can teach you only ignorance.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.

I am on another planet experiencing myself the colors run but I’m not caught up on perfections here I just want to be my own friend again I just want to love my bones without restraint.

Hurricanes and airplanes, we fly higher than the end of time.

I do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.

Life of wholeness does not depend on what we experience. Wholeness depends on how we experience our lives

Dear Child of God, I write these words because we all experience sadness, we all come at times to despair, and we all lose hope that the suffering in our lives and in the world will ever end.

Life is all about swinging between everything good and everything bad.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

For prudence is but experience, which equal time equally bestows on all men in those things they equally apply themselves unto.