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

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.

A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.

The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death.

Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question, the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.

We all owe death a life.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.