“I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.”

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

Your love is warm like the sun – I feel it all over my skin.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

Be unafraid in the pursuit of truth.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

I’ll see your darkness and love you anyway.

People are like water you can’t contain them.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

Herein lies the tragedy of the age: Not that men are poor, – all men know something of poverty. Not that men are wicked, – who is good? Not that men are ignorant, – what is truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men.

To tell a falsehood is like the cut of a saber: for though the wound may heal, the scar of it will remain.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Quite simply, it is true that I can be a pig! It is not a lie to say that. Sometimes, I feel that I am in the right even when I am wrong.

This grace of God is a very great, strong, mighty and active thing. It does not lie asleep in the soul. Grace hears, leads, drives, draws, changes, works all in man, and lets itself be distinctly felt and experienced. It is hidden, but its works are evident.

Anyone who says there is not a change in weather patterns is denying reality.