Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.

I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

I've always like the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.

Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.

The first place where self-esteem begins its journey is within us.

The only time I have problems is when I sleep.

And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...

Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

If you live in the city, it is necessary to get out of it on weekends. Then you will realize that most of the thoughts and desires you have are not yours. You will see what is you.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

Hope is not something you can just place in your back pocket or put your fingers around – it’s the belief in a world that has yet to exist.

The words dripped on my consciousness, sank into my being, and carried me away to the magic long ago of once upon a time.

Forest deep, silent bells There's a secret no one tells Valley quiet, water still Lynburns watching on the hill Apples red, corn gold Almost everyone grows old

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them