“Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.”

He is the heart of my world. And that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.

The universal truth that connects all life to the source, my child, is love.

Times we questioned why we were still holding on.

From the dawn of time to the very last tick of the clock, our purpose has never depended on this world, because it always existed in eternity.

The woman I am today is grateful, for the life that she has lived. And until she takes her last breath, it’s with gratitude she’ll live.

Be grateful for these storms, my child, for they carry lessons that transform our souls.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

This place, this moment is the most peaceful and the most beautiful I have ever known.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

Ram always put others before him not because he was selfless, but because he considered everything and everyone as a part of his self.

Those of us who are still children can’t change what you do now once we’re old enough to do something about it.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Let whoever can do so deceive me, he will never bring it about that I am nothing, so long as I continue to think I am something.

I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.

Am I so tied to a body and senses that I am incapable of existing without them?

Being real is effortless, my child, because it means we’ve embraced exactly who we are.

To become self-educated you should condemn yourself for all those things that you would criticize others.