People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.
Love awakens the soul.
Before speaking, consult your inner-truth barometer, and resist the temptation to tell people only what they want to hear.
To heal our world we must be silent; willing to listen to the roars of the wounded. We must teach eachother how to feel, only than can an entire nation grow in peace, as the war within will slowly diminish.
Lies can’t grow. Once plucked they can only wither. But every truth, once planted, grows into a tall, noble tree.
I am always at home even when I am traveling to exotic places because this world is my home.
But I reckon to tell you there are soft truths, too. It doesn’t always have to be like running into a wall. Sometimes it’s just like waking up.
No matter what you’re going through, have faith and have love.
The impact of your life will go beyond your imagination. Live your life to be a blessing.
Just look what happens to poets,” I used to tell my honors class on the first day of school. “Half the time they go mad. And you know why I think that happens? Too much truth distilled to its essence, all surrounding evidence ignored or discarded. And I’m not faulting them for that.