We’re not people, he said. We’re the stories that people tell each other about us.
Deeply happy people are even thankful for the trials and tragedies they pass through.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
Colors are what trick the mind and our imaginations into buying things.
There are 2 kinds of fighters: those who fight because they hate, and those who fight because they love.
The hurt that troubled children create is never greater than the hurt they feel.
Execute every act of thy life as though it were thy last.
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
My mother told me Homer Ditto was not my father. Nope. Mom had had a fling with some other guy who was my dad. Some dude who didn't stick around too long who Mom was happy to get rid of. She chose Hom...