“She is wise, but still learning. She is brave, but ever thoughtful. She is deep, but still has oceans left to fill.”

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

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.

But above all, my child, grace is choosing love when faced with hate.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

Great is Your presence, Lord. Great is Your peace. Great is Your truthfulness. Blessed be are we.

One of the things that makes him so incredibly beautiful to me is the way he loves so completely.

It’s no wonder we’ve always sought the sky. After all, my child, our souls were meant to fly.

Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.

Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.

Of this, i am certain, my heart begins and ends with him.

One of the worst feelings I’ve experience, my child, is living with the consequences of staying silent when I should have used my voice.

You made me a mom. And painted the sun and moon inside my heart.

I am his, as he is mine. That is truth. And it is unbreakable.

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

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of bravery and heroism.

I feel like my secret magic trick that separates me from a lot of my peers is the bravery to be vulnerable and truthful and honest.

Neither a wise nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of bravery and heroism.

When, at a party, a woman (half socialite, half journalist) told me how brave she thought I had been for not getting a facelift, I was tempted to comment on the courage she had shown in dealing with the results of hers.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.