Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.
Dwelling on the past is like dragging a boat over dry land.
People say there are thousands of options we have in life. I say we have only two: we can either be happy or be unhappy.
Wherever you travel to see beauty, you find yourself and your reflection again and again.
So many nights, I stared out at the inky black ocean, believing that if I could only learn how to eat again and keep my hands out of my throat, that would be enough. I prayed hard and desperately to God and the sun and the moon and the ocean and the universe and every shelter dog I’d ever met, as if they were all genies, that I wouldn’t ask for anything more.
But perhaps God isn’t a collection of genies, and perhaps it’s okay to hope for more than relief. To hope big. To hope for Sunny’s limitless capacity to love.
Don’t let other people’s opinions distort your reality. Be true to yourself. Be bold in pursuing your dreams. Be unapologetically you!
Happiness is wanting what you have.
I have learned to thank God for what I cannot see, I have learned to trust God with what I cannot.
when he smiles it’s as if you’d just told him the first joke on earth.
They terminate your job? Employ yourself. They retire you? Refire yourself.