Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity.
One woman filled with self love and self acceptance is a model more super than any cover girl.
(a.) Pertaining to inspiration.
The sun shall always rise upon a new day and there shall always be a rose garden within me. Yes, there is a part of me that is broken, but my broken soil gives way to my wild roses.
Doing nothing for others is the undoing of ourselves.
The future doesn't belong to the light-hearted. It belongs to the brave.
you don't have to worry about burning bridges, if you're building your own
He who takes offense when no offense is intended is a fool, and he who takes offense when offense is intended is a greater fool.
Happiness is the object and design of our existence; and will be the end thereof, if we pursue the path that leads to it; and this path is virtue, uprightness, faithfulness, holiness, and keeping all...
Self-respect is the root of discipline: The sense of dignity growswith the ability to say no to oneself.
Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days.
Beliefs are choices. First you choose your beliefs. Then your beliefs affect your choices.
Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
We must design for the way people behave,not for how we would wish them to behave.
The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.
Joanna pivoted and bit back a groan of despair.Crockett Archer was even more handsome than she'd remembered. Somehow his rancher's clothing made him seem more approachable, more...within her reach. An...
Is there some lesson on how to be friends?I think what it means is that central to livinga life that is good is a life that's forgiving.We're creatures of contact regardless of whetherwe kiss or we wo...
Forrest Gander: Maybe the best we can do is try to leave ourselves unprotected. To keep brushing off habits, how we see things and what we expect, as they crust around us. Brushing the green flies of...
Everything smaller than Heaven bores us because only Heaven is bigger than our hearts.
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.(Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in .)
Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap.