Religion is a virus that we cannot get rid of. A virus of the brain that comes from no other source than itself. We who are uninfected must find the cure.

Every woman that finally figured out her worth, has picked up her suitcases of pride and boarded a flight to freedom, which landed in the valley of change.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....

Your attachment to unhealthy people and bad habits, which offer you no real control, is why you’re spiritually dying and living a life out of balance.

But trust me, it's best to face something head on, smash it, and move on with your life. Lingering and wondering, waiting and worrying... that kills you.

Take all the time you need to heal emotionally. Moving on doesn't take a day, it takes lots of little steps to be able to break free of your broken self.

You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.

Love is forgiving, accepting, moving on, embracing, and all encompassing. And if you’re not doing that for yourself, you cannot do that with anyone else.

Some people grow up with issues because they did not have their parents around growing up, many others have issues because their parents were around growing up

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you moved on.""I have moved on.""Have you? Because it looks a lot like standing around to me.

In a sense, discouragement does not have to exist. Allow it to be rather the encouragement to honestly reconsider all the options, then, as necessary, shine on.

Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

I realize that not everyone could be granted the chance of getting a decent closure – most people just deal with the decisions they made then on their own.

Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . "Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In

You can be bit in the leg by a rattlesnake and seek help to heal your wound, or you can run after it and let the poison take your leg. The same is true with love.