“If it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it. That is the lesson, and that lesson alone will save you a lot of grief.”

There is no paycheck that can equal the feeling of contentment that comes from being the person you are meant to be.

Once you clarify your purpose for doing something, the way to do it becomes clear.

Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.

The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.

Everybody has a story. And there’s something to be learned from every experience.

Luck happens when preparation meets opportunity.

What I know for sure is that you feel real joy in direct proportion to how connected you are to living your truth.

Where there is no struggle, there is no strength.

Anything you can imagine, you can create.

A mentor is someone who allows you to see the hope inside yourself.

Everybody’s life matters.

True forgiveness is when you can say, Thank you for that experience.

The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.

Knowing your deepest intention can be your guiding force in the creation of a better life.

Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do better the second time.

If you look at what you have in life, you’ll always have more. If you look at what you don’t have in life, you’ll never have enough.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

We will grieve and we will rise.

I wish I could tell you it gets better. It doesn’t get better. You get better.

Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.