“Our hearts; the greatest revolution.”

In a way, hope is a type of courage too.

Love resides within each breath.

Speak good things into existence.

Using each heartbeat as a second chance.

But these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.

What is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.

And I held onto hope. Like a dear old friend.

But I know courage. It is never lost.

Even the rain could be the answer to your prayers.

You and that love you carry. Like fresh rivers. Like new poetry.

We are ever blossoming.

Some days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?

Love shouldn’t be as fickle as the rain. But an ever flowing torrent.

Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.

I think there is miracle always spilling into something.

I know the light, but I cannot see it.

From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.

What makes a great dancer is not technique. What makes a great dancer is passion.

Some people are a little bit better than others, some people are great, some people are superior. It depends on the level of effort.

You were put on this earth to achieve your greatest self, to live out your purpose, and to do it courageously.

I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.

Great investing requires a lot of delayed gratification.

Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

The past is a great place and I don’t want to erase it or to regret it, but I don’t want to be its prisoner either.