“As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.”

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

Life is so fragile, yet we beat it to death and expect to live longer.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

I don’t want your sympathy I need salvation. – salvation.

I ate my grief and swallowed salt tears like they were the only things left on earth to consume.

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

They say the sky’s the limit what happens when you hit the ceiling?

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

By learning to open your heart and body while embracing and trusting all energies, from rough ravishment to sublime gentleness, you can open to be lived by the mystery that lives the entire universe.

I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

The universe favors the broken.

One hard day of work proves you have heart. But day after day is what proves you have maturity and commitment.

Keep your heart wilder than wild.

So war and peace start in the human heart. Whether that heart is open or whether that heart closes has global implications.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.