The brave man isn't he who doesn't feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
The Transformation from Chrysalis can take weeks, months or even years- mine took one year. And although I have become this person, I'm still in the midst of a Larger transformation, one that I won't...
The Brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear,
That's the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don't expect them or want them.
That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.
Te sam večeri naučila nešto važno. Ne trebaš baš sve pokušati spriječiti. Katkad ti treba bitineugodno. Katkad trebaš biti ranjiv pred ljudima. Katkad je to nužno zato sto je također dioputa prema nov...
THERE’S THE PERSON you think you should be and there’s the person you really are. I’m not sure who I should be, but I now know who I am. And that, I say, is the perfect place to start again.
Stop and take your time to notice things and make those things you notice matter.
Steven awoke to his alarm ringing at seven a.m. Waking up, the first disappointment of every day, was as usual followed by its faithful friend, dread.
Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes. Sometimes, people discover you, even though they’ve been looking at you all the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we’...
Sometimes I forget why I feel that way, I just have this feeling that something bad has happened to me and affected my life.
Some things are better left the way they are
Solange du auf dieser Welt bist, ist dein Leben auch da. ... Du bist dieses Leben, es ist immer bei dir, um dich zu unterstützen, es spornt dich an, es jubelt dir zu, selbst wenn du denkst, du kannst...
So this is what you do when it all slows down and the minutes that tick by feel a little longer than before. You take your time. You breathe slowly. You open your eyes a little wider and look at every...
Silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head. Perhaps their seeming sim...
She wished all her memories could be of the good times, but the bad times kept coming back to haunt her.
She was afraid to be alone. She didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t spend another moment thinking about this, beating herself up about it, but she didn’t feel it was right not to either.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the mo...
She strived for perfection. She loved setting herself tasks, sometimes impossible ones, to prove to her heart that underneath every seemingly ugly thing there was something beautiful inside.
She felt relieved to have known him, to love him and to be loved by him, and relief that the last thing he saw was her face smiling down on him, encouraging him and assuring him it was OK to let go.