I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.

No way construction of this tricky plan was built by other than a greater hand.

The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.

Eating wholesome foods and getting plenty of sleep is crucial for me.

The prize is always worth the rocky ride.

What was once your pain, will be your home.

Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.