“In this mad world of ours we need a little wild love.”

You deserve all of what you think makes you unworthy.

I am done begging people to stay in my life and I am done begging to be a part of theirs.

Your love was the kind of love too beautiful to touch and too wild to let go.

I strive to wake up every single morning saying to myself – you got this shit.

Her smile can cure every heartache and pull a man out of depression – or atleast it did with me.

Today and every day after that we start with ourselves always.

While others tried to tame her wild, she carries inside her, I only wished I could be a part of it.

Do your soul a favor and smile with your heart.

Never give too much of yourself to someone else – the power should always stay with you.

I’m not broken, I am just reshaping into something better, brighter, bolder.

Don’t lose hope of seeing the top of the mountain just because there are some clouds in the way – this moment is not your forever.

Being around their presence means shit if their heart is miles apart.

I got lost in her eyes and frankly I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I want to get lost with you, the kind of lost where we find ourselves.

I love you in the evening, I miss you in the morning and in between, I run wild with you in my dreams.

I swear the stars align at night just to see you smile.

And being the only blonde haired girl in this sea of international students, and thinking, ‘Oh, my God. There’s no hiding here.

Failure is not an event, but rather a judgment about an event. Failure is not something that happens to us or a label we attach to things. It is a way we think about outcomes.

The business of church is ultimately people. You’re trying to heal people, grow people, teach people, and mend people. And when leaders spend all of their time helping and growing other people, they ignore their own growth.

From their struggles to establish dominance over each other, siblings become tougher and more resilient.

I am always true to myself, that is the problem. Who else could I be true to?

Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.

This generation has an innate vice.

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.