“The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.”

Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

Your eyes make me shy.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don’t know how to say them.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep on breathing out the bad and breathing in the good.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

She tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.

How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do?  Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?

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.

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