Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.
Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen. "
Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel?
If you are creative, you must be dissident.
The characters that I have on Twitter have very little resemblance to me, the person who's writing them.