Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
The world always seems brighter when you’ve just made something that wasn’t there before.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.
What I am is good enough if I would only be it openly.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains.
