“Joy comes from the ability to be with life as it is.”

“Life is a choice. We can be truly Happy or miserable or in-between – We decide!”

“I have found the secret KEY to success…All I need to do now is…To find the DOOR…”

“The forgiveness that most often eludes us is that which we grant to ourselves.”

“Darkness! Come not for my soul. It is light I seek. Illumination, my goal.Your violent hand leads me to unsafe ground.My enemies, hide in you, extending their cowardly grip shredding my existence, shrouding it with obscurity.”

“It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you’re going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you. It counts when it’s hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world’s going to end and you’ve still got a long way to go. That’s when it counts. That’s when it matters the most.”

“Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you… Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t it is of no use.”

“Laura’s mind was already racing with the creative possibilities presented to her. She whipped out her sketchbook and started to work away with a stump of charcoal, trying to capture the sweep of the hills and the patterns made by the blocks of light and dark. She half closed her eyes, the better to appreciate the variations in tone and depth. She was astonished to find just how brash and vivid and wonderfully discordant colors in nature could be. At this time of year there was no sense that things were attempting to blend or mingle or go unseen. Every tree, bush, and flower seemed to be shouting out its presence, each one louder than the next. On the lower slopes the leaves of the aged oak trees sang out, gleaming in the heat. On every hill bracken screamed in solid swathes of viridian. At Laura’s feet the plum purple and dark green leaves of the whinberry bushes competed for attention with their own indigo berries. The kitsch mauve of the heather laughed at all notions of subtlety. She turned to a fresh page and began to make quick notes, ideas for a future palette and thoughts about compositions. She jotted down plans for color mixes and drew the voluptuous curve of the hills and the soft shape of the whinberry leaves.”

“There is always something Right in something that is Wrong and something Wrong in something that is Right.”

“One of the less entertaining things about getting older, is that you learn that most things sound like bullshit are actually true. It’s easy, in hindsight, to believe people were incompetent, that they should have seen it coming, that someone who knew what they were doing could have prevented all of it. But nothing in life is so linear, Chief. And nothing in life is so simple.”

“You realize, you have to give in to the muse from afar. You have to heed the inner voice that has come calling. (Across Time And Space)”

“Find people who are willing to go with you freely. Stop trying to coach people into your life destiny.”

“Every human being has the potential for mastery. Every soul deeply yearns to contribute.”

“Before you jump back up on that horse that threw you off, take a minute to figure out why you got tossed in the first place.”