TELL THE WORLD WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO BUT FIRST SHOW IT.This is the equivalent of saying deeds and not words are what count most.

I think that the idea of finding another person to share your life with is the most fascinating beautiful quest you could ever be on in life. And yes living your dreams is so important too and a lot of times Ive put that before everything else. But then you get to a place where the whole time youre living these dreams you look beside you to say to someone Hey isnt this so much fun And if theres no one there to say it to whats the point

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got on every single inch of earth in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...

Lord I believe help my unbelief... is the most natural and most human and most agonizing prayer in the gospels and I think it is the foundation prayer of faith.

A real love is not having your beloved in bed but in your dreams and thoughts.

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken.But I didnt really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. Its also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray youll never have to live without. Its meeting yourself for the first time and not being sure of your first impression.

Like a gift beautifully wrapped at the foot of your bed each morning today asks that you open it and enjoy everything inside. Exhaust yourself with all it has to offer

Live in hope. Because things do happen. Things do change. Worry really is futile. Dont fear the future. Dreams do come true.

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp cutting shards shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly both caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores she was insanity wrapped up in the thin transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity and she was afraid because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.