What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?
Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate.
He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.
The name of the human who is written in this note shall die.
There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.
Whenever I feel ‘less of myself’, or as if I am not as productive as I can be, or abundance is not flowing into my life, or I am not laughing and smiling as much, or my relationships seem stuck and difficult, it is an indication that I am losing ...
Think of yourself as a mobile phone and visualize the signal strength bars on your screen. Plugging In is re-establishing that connection to better your reception.
I like the memories because they remind me I haven't always been this girl, constantly mad or scared or confused.
Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.
Acknowledge yourself for your greatness and your instincts and know that you always do your best even when the outcomes don’t appear that way.
I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and in charge of the world, with little hope of anyone usurping or chal...
I know," Noah said, pausing. "But I think a safety net's no good if you aren't trying to climb somewhere. A net can't catch someone who never leaves the ground.
We have a lot of questions, and we want to understand. Music helps with that . Music helps with everything.
A pool just isn't the same as the ocean. It has no energy. No life.
That’s some heavy painkillers in your drug stash.” “Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?
Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.
Since we have had this baby with us, I have never again wondering why I never got pregnant. There is no doubt in my mind that God, in His wonderful way, was saving us to be the parents of this wonderful little boy.
Adoption is a wonderful way of becoming a family. If being a biological parent is any better or more rewarding than being an adoptive parent, I really don't think I could stand it!
Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.
