“I could not be more proud to be the Mother of my son. He is a ray of light in this world.”

Never compare yourself to somebody else, because you are so different any unique.

The best way to deal with jealousy is to just recognize it first if it comes up, breath with it and let it go.

Forever inspired by the sunrise and sunset.

Confidence, the sexiest thing I put on in the morning.

We all have wings, but it is up to each one of us to have the courage to fly.

I cannot wait to see my children grow up and create a brighter future and a better world for all.

The scourge of injustice in our society must be overcome. We are united in the struggle for justice as we turn towards the bright light of truth and the warm embrace of reconciliation.

I now say to myself, ‘I trust the process of life’ to remind me that even in the darkest hours there is still light and possibility.

Knowing yourself and coming to trust your feelings and your intuition will open up your life to greater possibilities and keep you moving toward your goals.

Focus your intention on your dreams, you can wave magic when you set your heart and mind to it.

Yoga is at the core of my health and wellness routine; even if it’s only for 10 to 15 minutes I find it helps me to re-center and to focus as well as improve my overall core strength.

I love to go nature on walks and discover different plants, flowers and leaves, all beautiful and unique in their own way. It’s the small choices we make that have the greatest impact on the environment.

We are limited only by our thoughts.

I open my heart and soul to allow love to flow.

We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can’t shine through.

A cup of tea adds value to the friendship.

Whenever the work is itself light, it becomes necessary, in order to economize time, to increase the velocity.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

I gotta stay in that light where people will see me and hear me. And not be scared of me, you know?

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Your dark times will show you who can never be your light.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Mozart didn’t need a scheme for his music. He played and sang with the heavenly lightness of a child.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody’s fine feelings may be offended.