Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll

The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt.


When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us


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