“I love me more than you ever could.”

He pondered, what would make them believe in me? And God created women.

Honey, you are a rose.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

For my own sanity, I must love myself in an obsessive and urgent manner. My life depends on it. I am healing.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Everything intensifies during a full moon. Your edge creeps up slowly on the awaiting shore.

Because of her, I know unconditional love. Because of him, I have learned to forgive. Life lessons from mom and dad.

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

What a privilege to be a woman.

But you’re acting like a weed.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

I love the work I do.

I could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a teacup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

To live according to the spirit is to love according to the spirit.

God does not change – and neither does His love. He loved you before you were born… He loves you now… and He will love you forever.

A heart without love is a bow without an arrow.

We are supposed to forgive everyone; everyone includes ourselves.

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. ‘It is true’, he replied, ‘but you would do well not to believe it.

May my life be a continual prayer, a long act of love.