Be like stars; instead of cursing the darkness, shine.
Use your tears to water the garden of your dreams.
A tree does not stop growing because the wind blew off a few of its leaves.
A candle is at its brightest in the dark.
The sun does not rise abruptly, but perseveres until it rules the sky.
The rainbow’s colors are hidden in the storm.
It can’t be done,
I walk to rid myself of the terror of cancer, and to overcome the fear of it coming back. The fear may never completely fade, but actively engaging life – whatever that may involve – reminds me of the joy each day can bring.
When night comes do not despair; rejoice instead and say to yourself, “At least now I can see the stars.
A star never lets anything dull its sparkle, not even darkness.