“I hope you find peace in your heart, a home in your spirit.”

Feelings have the answer for words we don’t know how to speak.

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

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

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

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

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

We need to see inside our souls the massive beauty of this world.

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

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

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with acre, patience and love.

People are as wonderful as skies. As mysterious as magical. As sweet as tragical.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

I’m finding light between all my shadows; my own way to wholeness.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Even heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.

I am suffocated by the arms, I once called home.

Singing is like going to a party at someone else’s house. Acting is like having the party at your own house.

I have always drawn strength from being close to home.

It’s the kind of game that makes you go home and beat your wife.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood – very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!

Righteous women in their circle of influence, beginning in the home, can turn the world around.