Often we withhold our affections, waiting first for love to be extended to us. The irony is that we are loved for loving.

I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Closed books are like closed eyes—you must open them to see anything.

Life isn't a lazy cruise on some endless, calm, and temperate sea. Life is a raging ocean with swells and tidal waves that wreck and sink your boat. Life is a series of storms―overcast skies, fierce winds, and pelting rain. You were meant to be immersed in it all―first to float, then swim, and eventually to walk on water.

Pray for good.Pray for happy.And always pray for Mom.