We are mosaics - pieces of light, love, history, stars -- glued together with magic and music and words.
For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
Failure is a greater teacher than success
Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air...but only for one second without hope.
Life isn't just about darkness or light, rather it's about finding light within the darkness.
Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.
In some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.
Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important.
Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.
I’ve learned that no matter how inspired, fired up and motivated you might be, the dark clouds will always set in
but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.
Failure is just another way to learn how to do something right.
The truth is that we don't want to be saved by in the way God has chosen; we want to keep absolute control over our every step, to be fully conscious of our decisions, to be capable of choosing the object of our devotion. It isn't like that with love - it arrives, moves in, and starts directing everything.
Reality is, Hope and Despair lie in the same places. And they're just a matter of perspective. What changed my perspective, was her.
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.
Hope is the heartbeat of the soul~
Every adversity brings new experiences and new lessons.
...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.
It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
A winner is not someone who wins. It's someone who tries and isn't afraid to lose.
