Yes, the heart breaks. But, it also heals.

Be grateful for every single person who was part of your story.The ones that hurt you. The ones that helped you. Because they all taught you.

You can search the world over, but you won’t find happiness until you realize that happiness isn’t getting what you want. It’s being content with what you already have.

Some feel lonely because they haven't found that perfect 'companion' yet. Sometimes Allah sends everyone else away so you can find that only in Him.

You cried when He took away your drop of water, not knowing He'd saved for you, the sea.

Holding on to hope when everything is dark, is the greatest test of faith

I know you feel worn and tired. I know you're tired of failing. Rest, but don't stop. You can do this. You got this. Not because you're strong, but because He's your strength.

Stop hating on yourself for not being perfect. If God wanted perfection, He would have made you an angel.

There's a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn't very loveable.

When you suffer, don't speak. Look inside and listen for the duaa He inspires in you. and then ask Him. Again and again. Don't stop.

This life will never be without storms. Stop fearing the storm. Build your inner shelter.

In every civilized society, there is an established institution put in place to design laws that make people live civilized and having rights and privileges as citizens of that nation.

When we fail we pursue the success.When we succeed we party.

[Christians] are called to distinguish themselves as Christ followers, not community organizers.

Looks like it's time to liven up this dead little town!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)

We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here, " I whisper."Are you getting your ax?""Handcuffs.""Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.

Yeah, I'm a geek. I read sci-fi and I watch sci-fi films. I love my computer and I love to fix it. I'm a total nerd. I literally am a 12-year-old geeky boy trapped in a 32-year-old woman's body.

Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew.

We approach people the same way we approach our cars. We take the poor kid to a doctor and ask, "What's wrong with him, how much will it cost, and when can I pick him up?"

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree.