Be brave. You didn't travel this far to languish within the walls of your comfortable self.

This journey has nourished my soul in a way I couldn't have imagined.

Guilt: it comes in so many subtle forms. It's carbon monoxide for the soul.

The woman who is my best friend, my teacher, my everything: Mom.

Life is to BIG that I'm suddenly overcome by the highs and lows of it.

With each stride, I realize I'm not so emotionally overwhelmed anymore. A sense of purpose and fulfillment has replaced my feelings of helplessness.

The real me: A woman who continues to blossom into her authentic self.

Have greater compassion and empathy for others, and don't judge anyone, because you have no idea what's going on in their life.

Perspective is so interesting. The smallest thing becomes pleasurable when troubles are monumental.

If only I lived in a perpetual state of awareness for the infinite daily blessings I'm given.

Nobody gets through life without facing challenges. What's important is how we handle them. Tough times can be excellent opportunities to grow and become a better person.

I am unable to change myself, Can't adopt change so easily.So I just start see things differently

In the space between waves, we have the choice. To jump, to dive, to ride, to play. To face what's coming without running away.

Dear Karma, I really hate you right now, you made your point.

What was that?" Galladon demanded. "I think I just destroyed the biology section" Raoden replied with wonder.

Sometimes you best avoid talking by being quiet, but sometimes you best avoid talking by talking.

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: 'Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!

What is called a sincere work is one that is endowed with enough strength to give reality to an illusion.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever. He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; He who loves, finds the door open.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?