“God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us.”

All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.

Because of the Shewing I am not good but if I love God the better: and in as much as ye love God the better, it is more to you than to me.

When we, by the working of mercy and grace, be made meek and mild, we are fully safe; suddenly is the soul oned to God when it is truly peaced in itself: for in Him is found no wrath.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give. Their hearts are set on pleasing and cheering the person to whom the gift is given.

The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.

He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.

The ground of mercy is love, and the working of mercy is our keeping in love.

It is most impossible that we should beseech mercy and grace, and not have it.

Pray, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer.

Every act of kindness and compassion done by any man for his fellow Christian is done by Christ working within him.

He that is highest and worthiest was most fully made-nought and most utterly despised.

This is our Lord’s will… that our prayer and our trust be, alike, large.

Our Lord is the ground from whom our prayer grows and in his love and grace he himself gives us our prayers.

For our soul is so preciously loved of him that is highest, that it over-passeth the knowing of all creatures.

He that made all things for love, by the same love keepeth them, and shall keep them without end.

All that is contrary to love and peace is of the Fiend and of his part.

Strange indeed would it be if all the space around us be empty, mere waste void, and the inhabitants of Earth the only forms in which intelligence could clothe itself.

Through my travels, I find inspiration in street style and how young women create their individual looks and identity.

My mama couldn’t give me what I wanted. I had all right clothes, but the people I was with had better clothes. I felt that I had to have better clothes.

Nationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century. Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people’s minds and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead.

Everywhere I go, I can’t wear everything a designer creates. I’m a little more gritty.

Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.

I dress how I feel. I just go off emotion. I can’t prepare my outfit a day before. Everything I wear is spontaneous.

With clothes, I like mixing what different designers do until it becomes a personal expression of how I’m feeling that day.