“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.”

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.

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.

I think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.

To live is not merely to breathe; it is to act; it is to make use of our organs, senses, faculties – of all those parts of ourselves which give us the feeling of existence.

I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.

Relax. Look around. Make a call.

Space is the breath of art.

Let the breath lead the way.

Live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other.

Remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.