Forgiveness has the ability to transform our thoughts.
Living in the past is like choosing to cling to a chronic illness.
He who fights is powerless, but he who loves is power itself.
Only he whose bright lyrehas sounded in shadowsmay, looking onward, restorehis infinite praise. Only he who has eatenpoppies with the deadwill not lose ever againthe gentlest chord.Though the image upon the pooloften grows dim:Know and...
If you don’t accept and respect your suffering, it isn’t going anywhere.