I embrace my shadow self. Shadows give depth and dimension to my life. I believe in embracing my duality, in learning to let darkness and light, peacefully co-exist, as illumination.

They are called, "SELF-worth" and "SELF-esteem" for a reason... we can't let others decide what we are worth, that is so dangerous! Empower yourself!

People can have the best of intentions when they tell their loved ones how they should be living their lives. But often times, when we are in struggle, we are seeking to be supported, not solved.

From the tattered edges of an exhausted mind, inspiration blooms... mental filters disintegrate and walls crumble, as the ocean of creativity washes over everything.

Imagination is our inner-child and creativity, its playground.

Art gives those unexpressed parts of ourselves permission to be felt and spoken.

Sanity is transmuting all the insane parts of your brain into a creative outlet.

Art invites us to become explorers and excavators of our vast internal landscapes, discovering new terrain and digging deep into the past to unearth forgotten experiences and emotion.

My past takes no hostages, no prisoners. I've let go of yesterday and am free to receive the beautiful gift of the present.

Grace is darkness and light, peacefully co-existing, as illumination.

I am the brightest light beaming from the darkest depths. A dichotomy, i am . . . illumination.

My father is using me as a message of hope. My sister is using me as a message of fear.I don't want to be used by anybody.

You could always call her secretive, masking her feelings beautifully lest anyone intrude into her inmost realm of hidden thoughts. It was a defense Urmila had evolved since childhood.

Jude had witnessed all of this with the dejected respect one had for people with destructive talents, like winning hamburger-eating contests.

A little of what you like does you good. But you can have too much of a good thing.

You can only be really happy when you become what you really are.

Mom was the one who taught me unconditional love. With Dad, I'd always felt there was something to live up to - expectations. But in the last year, we had a wonderful relationship.

Is anything accidental?

Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.

Since God is infinite he should be infinitely interesting as well.

To kill or not to kill, that was the question that haunted me.