Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

You are what you believe yourself to be.

Surround yourself with people who lift you higher.

The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going

There is something about the way that you are. It’s what you were meant to be.

The people will believe what the media tells them they believe.

The more you understand who you are, the more you will appreciate what you have.