There are no real start-overs, only start-from-heres.
My love for you reaches beyond the borders of continents, so vast in scope that I would cross oceans to be with you. Yes, but does that same love penetrate so deep as to dare thee to sink to the oceans' depths to find me?" -from
Life is not what happens to us; it is what we perceive has happened to us.
Personal problems appear big because we press our nose to the glass to observe them. This only serves to magnify our troubles. The problems of others we tend to view at a reasonable distance from the window, making their woes and bothers appear ordin...
The pleasures of being a novelist are many. But the greatest by far is the manner in which I live through my characters; experiencing every detail of their story as it unfolds gradually and personally within my own creative psyche. I'm like a cat...
The sweetest melody that plays On starry nights and wintry days, Most soothing to my listening ears And calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air― The song of sweet, still silence rare.
Oh, mightiest wind, wilt thou cease thy breathing in and hold thy exhales?
Sometimes writers (poets) expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.
Do the small stuff. A consistent will earn you .
Why hasn't someone lassoed a few teenagers and had them sit down and write out all the supposed answers they have so we can solve the world's problems already?
Achievers are those who have redefined impossible, changing into
There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.
Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.
Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.
One thing about a skunk - once you recognize the markings, you know things are gonna stink.
Who cares who's right or wrong when the last word is a kind apology?
How insane we are as humans when having received a nasty offense we return the same awful offense. If given an apple found to be rotten and wormy, would we not toss it aside rather than force a soul to eat it? Offenses should be discarded, not return...
One bad turn does not excuse another.
Easter is… oining in a birdsong, ying an early sunrise, melling yellow daffodils, nbolting windows and doors, kipping through meadows, uddling newborns, oping, believing, eviving spent life, nhaling fresh air, prinkling seeds along furrows, racking...
Smile wide to receive many smiles in return. But if you want a good laugh, smirk like a wicked, little imp and watch the range of expressions you're flashed.
The sun shines every day without being told that it is brilliant. The mountains stand tall and majestic though no one informs them of their grandeur. The winds twirl and dance with clouds, lacking cheers or compliments to inspire their moves. Flowers...
