“Weary hearts can still hold love.”

I am tired in many ways, but hopeful in many more.

If you decide to plant a seed, commit to watering it.

Get rid of the idea that your healing is tied to someone else’s apology.

Rest now, dear heart, let joy find you unexpected places.

Cold hearts cannot serve warm love.

There is pain here, but there is also power.

Teach boys that manhood is not determined by how often they hold back their tears.

This is not the season to shrink ourselves for anyone.

If peace is a priority, manage what you respond to.

Don’t rob the world of who you are by trying to be someone else.

Find rest in the space between who you are and who you want to be.

I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be free.

Speak to yourself like you would a child whom you love.

Where you are now, is not where you will always be.

Things that don’t work out often pave the way for things that will.

We only stop growing when we resist change.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.

I laugh at my heart, and do its will.

These silent Conversations that I have with myself might just end up killing me in the end.

Bare your struggles very close to your heart and have them be a part of you that you’re proud of instead of something that you’re ashamed of.

History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats. B.C. FORBES Founder of Forbes magazine

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.