“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.

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.

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.

You can take a kid out of Rosengård, but you can never take Rosengård out of that kid.

The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.

Either way, change will come. It could be bloody, or it could be beautiful. It depends on us.

Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.

I’m not glorifying it at all, I’m just basically telling you that sometimes I have suicidal thoughts. And maybe I should seek help, or maybe it’s not that deep.

There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless’. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

Once your awareness becomes a flame, it burns up the whole slavery that the mind has created.

People say time heals, but only love heals.