She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
Nothing can be beautiful.
Not all the spaces inside you need to be filled.
Who you still have the chance to be, lives in the spaces you give yourself.
With Him, you need to go beyond your suffering, mastering your emotions and deal as you should with your principles.
In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.