The longer you wait for something, the more you appreciate it when you get it. Because anything worth having is definitely worth waiting for.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes, the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
There comes a point where it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore. So we give up. That’s when the real work begins. To find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all.
Perhaps, the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other; when we don’t judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone’s differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings, having patience with someone who has let us down or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn’t handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. Charity is expecting the best out of each other.
I like nonsense. It wakes up brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living; it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.
Gratitude is a powerful process for shifting your energy and brining more of what you want into your life. Be grateful for what you already have and you will attract more good things.
I am self-propelled; fueled from within. I appreciate people’s opinions, but I’m not attached to them. I learned a long time ago, that if I give them power to feed me, I also give them power to starve me.
My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.
She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.
I can’t think of many things more attractive than a beautiful person whose beauty isn’t what actually attracts you.
We waste so many days waiting for the weekend. So many nights waiting for morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience. we must walk into the arena, whatever it may be- a new relationship, an important meeting, our creative process, or a difficult family conversation- with courage and the willingness to engage. Rather than sitting on the sidelines and hurling judgment and advice, we must dare to show up.
I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect because that’s natural and that’s real.
Did you ever do this? Did you ever think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it over and over again and look for those first signs of trouble?
To me, a lady is not frilly, flouncy, flippant, frivolous and fluff-brained, but she is gentle, she is gracious, she is godly, and she is giving. You and I have the gift of femininity…the more womanly we are, the more manly men will be and the more God is glorified. Be women, be only women, be real women in obedience to God.
You are proof that God is an artist. He took you, and took your sin. He made you clean, washed white with blood. You became a canvas for Him to paint images of grace and glory upon. You became a blank page for Him to write sonnets of peace and love, and He named you worthy. You became a stone slab which God is now chipping away at, creating in you a new heart and shaping you into who you were always meant to be: His child.
It feels so good- to know that you’re not alone anymore. To be all alone again? A little hard- I guess. There are times- when you’re broken into pieces. Don’t even feel like you still exist. Why are we so fragile? Some people just continue to stay with what hurts them the most. At the end of the day, I guess no one wants to feel empty inside. Maybe, that’s why some people find moving on is hard. “Something that has hurt you once will hurt you again.” Haven’t we learned anything?
You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things.
I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings, even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people too. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you an only choose to accept them or walk away.
Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.