“Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.”

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

I would rather have peaceful isolation than divided freedom. Read that again.

These times are wild but so are we.

I never loved you because you had it all together. I loved you because you were falling apart and still saw fit to let me into your world.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

I learned the hard way that not everything in life was meant to be beautiful.

I wasn’t running away from you. I was running towards myself.

An empath does not sleep. She listens to the wind and wonders if its crying.

If you only stand for something until it gets uncomfortable, then you never really stood at all.

You are the only song I know all the words to.

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

When darkness came, and it did, I learned that I can scream at the top of my lungs without making any sound at all.

The opposite of growing isn’t being saved. Its finding peace.

I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

Learn to use your brains as deftly as your powder box, and then, perhaps, powder box you will not need. Know smart women men say beautiful – eyes snatched from the crowd and do not forget just charming.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

When you are right, everything around you is right, for the beautiful flow that is inside your heart has the capacity to spread its fragrance of oneness-light all around you.

These are beautiful days. Folks ask what I’m doing. I tell them I’m doing family.

When the mind is calm, how quickly, how smoothly, how beautifully you will perceive everything.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.

Beware of any belief that makes you self-indulgent; it came from the pit, no matter how beautiful it sounds.

Our sense of wonder is a blessing from God, given so that we would be continually amazed at His beauty and creation.