“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.”

He is the heart of my world. And that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.

The universal truth that connects all life to the source, my child, is love.

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.

Yes. He is quite a good fellow – nobody’s enemy but his own.

A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances.

You don’t get to choose not to pay a price, you only get to choose which price you pay.

Boredom is therefore a vital problem for the moralist, since at least half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.

Alongside our wish to be free of rules, we all search for structure.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive an Ideal and strive to reach it.

Representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth.