“People will leave throughout Your life. You can turn that empty space Into a graveyard Or a garden.”

Sometimes living is easy and sometimes you lie awake at night and ask your tired heart please survive one more day.

Before holding a grudge against someone for not taking your side, think about why you haven’t been able to bring them to your side.”

A woman came from a man’s rib Not from his feet to be below him Not from his head to be above him But from his side to be equal to him From his heart to be loved by him.

She was a open book, what a shame it was that most men were illiterate.

When we search for what we want Why do we always forget What we have?

You aren’t too much, I promise you this. Sometimes they just aren’t enough.

You should only ever build a house with someone who’s love is as strong as each nail.

A tear once lost returns but a love once lost is lost forever.

Miracles don’t exist it’s just the good deeds that pile up, the warm smiles and love. Eventually all of it overflows and creates what appears to be a miracle.

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

Be mindful of dreams they make the numb feel again and the broken love again.

Somedays she knows love other days, heartache but each day she is strong.

Find what you would die for and live for it.

I love how it feels to live in a world that falls for the perfect, While you fall for the real.

I don’t care how dark this world becomes love is, and will always be my answer.

One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that someone is happy because of you.

I actually have a punching bag right outside in my garden.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

In God’s garden of grace, even broken trees bear fruit…

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.

A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower.

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.