If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

Say something worth the words.

Red wine is different from white. Removing the grape skin does all the difference.

If I don't keep this job, then my only future career-options are working in Argos, or being a prostitute, ' I say, w

Good words will not give me back my children.

We may never know why Joe Ellis fabricated a heroic past. But we know that the life he embellished has deeply diminished the life he'd earned.

While earning your daily bread, be sure you share a slice with those less fortunate.

Curriculum should help children make deeper and fuller understanding of their own experience

The fame stuff, the kind words from websites and things, are very flattering and lovely, but I just wanna act.

I have always hated flying. I mainly pass the time writing letters. I am very old school and I still keep many correspondences the old-fashioned way, via post.

Human care (of animals) is simply sentimental, sympathetic patronage.