Everyone has their own boat, it's a matter of pulling it out of the sand, and putting it in the water. But further, you can anchor the boat in fear when the storms rage, and go nowhere, let it drift aimlessly on its own or you can let God be the navigator and guide you on a journey in a way that is right for you.
It is better to have God over your shoulder, than carry the world alone on your back.
Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.
A trusting heart will follow, only those who truly follow their heart.
Don't let the eyes guide the heart, but have the heart guide the eyes.
Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.
Please don´t drown into his fears, his concrete fists don´t let him again, break the bridge of your nose with his cruel born hits. Then disappear into that mask of misery.
We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.
Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.
The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.
When you do good things for people, you’ve created something to cherish and bank on the memory wall. But if there are no good deeds, later in life when you reflect on the past, the halls will be dreary and fruitless.
Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.
My life might be in the streets, but my heart is gold. And together, I'm a street of gold.
Take flight, my little angel, for your wings are stronger than your faith.
Most of the time you meet bodies with a sour soul, and but a few wholly souls with a body.
To save face, it's better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.
Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.
She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.
Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.