“Being real is effortless, my child, because it means we’ve embraced exactly who we are.”

Times we questioned why we were still holding on.

From the dawn of time to the very last tick of the clock, our purpose has never depended on this world, because it always existed in eternity.

The woman I am today is grateful, for the life that she has lived. And until she takes her last breath, it’s with gratitude she’ll live.

Be grateful for these storms, my child, for they carry lessons that transform our souls.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

This place, this moment is the most peaceful and the most beautiful I have ever known.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

Science is what you know, philosophy is what you don’t know.

The curious sterility of utopias comes from the absence within them of any scope for initiative, any room for plurality.

Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we’d give blood.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.

The worst of all listeners is the man who does nothing but listen.

Integrity is not a bunch of values or ethics. Integrity is the coherence between how you are, how you think, and how you act.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.