“This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.”

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.

You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

My love, you know the colors of my soul.

When they try to break you down let the rain nourish your roots; let yourself flourish away.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.

The mountains are calling and I will go.

She’s both the moon and the ocean, the universe in constant motion. Dark and bright, wild and whole.

Defeating Resistance is like giving birth. It seems absolutely impossible until you remember that women have been pulling it off successfully, with support and without, for fifty million years.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

Happiness is not some ‘thing’ to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.

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.

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

You have to be born a sex symbol. You don’t become one. If you’re born with it, you’ll have it even when you’re 100 years old.

We are all born to die – the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.