“Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.”

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops i whisper the things i wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Some pain stays but we learn to carry it.

I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.

Please don’t be afraid when i tell you about this emptiness i carry. I am still so full of love.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

The limitless loving devotion to God, and the gift God makes of Himself to you, are the highest elevation of which the heart is capable; it is the highest degree of prayer. The souls that have reached this point are truly the heart of the Church.

Live in the world as if only God and your soul were in it; then your heart will never be made captive by any earthly thing.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.

The religious soul finds in the heart of Jesus a secure refuge.

Strive to close the eyes of the body and open those of the soul and look into your own heart.

Those who pray from the heart do not think about the prayer they are saying, but about the God to whom they pray.

Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.