Perhaps, to believe in nothing, but to love everything, is the only chance we have at peace. I still prefer to believe in myself than to believe in love.
What she saw as elegance was, to my eyes, nothing short of macabre. I needed a job, and this limp-haired, twitchy woman had one.
Do you create a reality of peace, or do you stay in victimhood because you’re 'right'? No one has power over you unless you give it to them.
I realized that all of the unanswered prayers for love weren't a knock back from the Universe. It wasn't my guides playing tricks on me.