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

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.

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

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.

Fear not, he beckoned them, the proof is there within. Do not look for Him inside, that is not where He abides.

I love you. So very deeply. So very honestly. With all that i am. For always.

We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

It was an act of bravery loving you. I’ve been dripping in gold ever since.

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

Brave is the man who loves a wild woman.

Tell a person they are brave and you help them become so.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.