“Whatever someone did to you in the past has no power over the present. Only you give it power.”

You cannot wait for someone to save you, to help you, to complete you. No one can complete you. You complete yourself.

No experience is wasted. Everything in life is happening to grow you up, to fill you up, to help you become more of who you were created to be.

If friends disappoint you over and over, that’s in large part your own fault.

You teach people how to treat you.

Worrying is wasted time. Use the same energy for doing something about whatever worries you.

You can have it all. You just can’t have it all at once.

Helping others is the way we help ourselves.

Create the highest, grandest vision possible for your life, because you become what you believe.

When you have done everything that you can do, surrender. Give yourself up to the power and energy that’s greater than yourself.

What you focus on expands, and when you focus on the goodness in your life, you create more of it.

Follow your feelings. If it feels right, move forward. If it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it.

You are responsible for your life. It doesn’t matter what your Mama did. It doesn’t matter what your Daddy didn’t do. You are responsible for your life.

You define your own life. Don’t let other people write your script.

Nobody’s journey is seamless or smooth. We all stumble. We all have setbacks. It’s just life’s way of saying, Time to change course.

I am a woman in process. I’m just trying like everybody else. I try to take every conflict, every experience, and learn from it. Life is never dull.

No matter where you are on your journey, that’s exactly where you need to be. The next road is always ahead.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

If God made this world, then I would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

When you’re broken, open up your heart and feel.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.