In the matters of hope, it helps to know how to make a mountain of a mole-hill.

I am lost in love. I have lost in love. But both have only strengthened my quest for love, and the need to be in love.

Beaten to the ground. Battered. Bruised. Getting up is my choice. And get up, I will.

Every problem has a gift for you in its hands” (Richard Bach). And if not every problem, then just about every one. Even spectacular sunsets are not possible without cloudy skies. Troubles bring a gift for those who choose to look. And since I can't avoid my problems, why waste them? I should look for the gift. My life will be far, far richer for finding it.

You have the choice; write your own destiny, or have your fate scribbled for you.

Pen your own destiny, or someone else will scribble your fate.