“It’s heavy isn’t it but you are stronger for it.”

Your touch is pure sunshine.

Kindness can be a burden if you are not kind to yourself first.

Don’t ever stop loving me, can you imagine the earth without her sun.

Soft is the magic you seek. Soft is the beautiful in everything.

Hold close everything that makes you unique.

I’m brave in feeling, if nothing else.

If I’m honest I will never love anyone the way that I love you.

Whatever makes you feel the sun from the inside out chase that.

I can’t wipe the missing you from my eyes.

I have no purpose. I’m just light and art and love.

I guess it’s true, goodbyes aren’t just endings but beginnings too.

How is it in my sleep I still miss you.

Sometimes the light gets in and I’m more than this skin.

It will only get heavier the longer you carry it.

You cannot become unbreakable if you have never been broken.

Soft hearts bleed kindness, like broken hearts bleed love.

Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.

Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.