She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.
The underbelly of the human psyche, what is often referred to as our dark side, is the origin of every act of self-sabotage. Birthed out of shame, fear, and denial, it misdirects our good intentions a...
There is no absurdity so palpable but that it may be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin to inculcate it before the age of five, by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnit...
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
Ninety-five per cent of your success or failure will come from your daily habits.
Risk is the clue that our dreams are both real and great.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
A black hole holds all the colors of the universe.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.
Nothing is going to work out unless you step up and make it happen.