“Love lost itself in a shipwreck of two rocky souls unable to love the oceans in themselves.”

Oh how the universe wants me to learn, Unlearn, You.

There is nothing more divine than the way you root into your soul and grow far beyond what tries to contain you.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Stop asking the person who hurt you to give you permission to move on.

If you stop seeing so hard maybe you’ll see yourself clearly.

Never let your love for them make you lose yourself.

Go as hard for yourself as you do for other people.

The dreams and desires you have are seeds the universe plants in hopes you’ll latch on and expand.

Let your heart mend the wounds that your mind doesn’t have the strength to heal.

Poisoned food will look like nourishment to someone who is starving. The same principle applies to abusive relationships.

Stop letting people who don’t know themselves tell you who you are.

You are the freedom you seek.

You have not seen power until you have witnessed a soft thing unleash fire from her eyes.

Let go of what let go of you-make room for what seeks to be held.

Feeling we have nothing to offer others is our heart reminding us how much we have yet to give to ourselves.

I am nothing less than a divine vessel for growth, for love, for healing, for abundance.

I loved, you lost. Pity isn’t it?

To be human is to embrace change. There are parts of you ready to die and parts of you waiting to be born. You are never broken, lost. You are ever changing. Always becoming.

No burden is so heavy for a man to bear as a succession of happy days.

We have become ninety-nine percent money mad. The method of living at home modestly and within our income, laying a little by systematically for the proverbial rainy day which is due to come, can almost be listed among the lost arts.

I was so focus on making sure everybody else was happy I lost track of my own feelings.

Although the devil be the father of lies, he seems, like other great inventors, to have lost much of his reputation by the continual improvements that have been made upon him.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

In the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the army nor the rebels. As it turned out, both sides lost.