“I am learning to hold to hopeful light.”

If hope is the shape of the sun, I wish always to stay where she shines.

More often than I am not, all I need is the rise of my own lungs – I am already complete.

Maybe self-care is choosing to be your own kind of lovely.

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of the sunset.  There is beauty in resting, there is strength in letting go.

I have to believe that ahead of me are entire adventures waiting to be lived, for the sun hasn’t abandoned me yet.

I am finding the courage to breathe as I am.

And when the sun smiles its brightest, I become a golden soul.

On the days that I drown deep in the rain, I must remember that it, too, will help me grow closer to the sun.

Today will end and another day will come – I can’t bend time into softer motions all I can do is live.

I will breathe because I must, but I will smile because I’m living.

I am capable of loving myself the way I deserve.

I am choosing to create space in my mind for peace.

I am no longer looking to others to show me my worth.

And as the sun smiles to bless this new day, I inhale life, and journey on.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.

I am enough for me.

Heaven has given human beings three things to balance the odds of life: hope, sleep, and laughter.

A little patience, and all will be over.

People are concerned over safety and spillage, especially for the workers. We’re all really hopeful even though we remain deeply concerned over the safety and the efficacy of an unproven technology.

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.

Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.

New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colors of my life were changing.