One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art. 
May our hearts find hope in our touch. 
Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt. 
I have learned to have pride in what I do. 
God is taking a nap within my soul. I ponder whether to wake Him or not. 
Let go of your old tired habits and plant new habits in fertile soil. 
Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.
The more I try to be perfect; the more I fail. 
Our flesh is a gift of laughter. 
I write because I have to write; but I also write because there's somebody out there, hopefully, who will read it. 
Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.
Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow. 
I feel the healinghands of God
touch my heart
and kiss my soul.
May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows. 
The path to success is not a straight line. 
Laughter is a gift for lovers. 
Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer's porch. Our choice is in the drinking. 
My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have. 
Service to others in their time of need is a privilege and an honor. 
Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes. 
May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits. 
Too much has been given and too much has been lost. 
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home. 
Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten. 