Tuesday, October 8, 2013



Maybe I'm a runaway train.  Maybe I'm a feather in a hurricane.  Maybe it's a long played game.  But maybe that's a good thing.


Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, "I'm not going to make it," but you laugh inside, remembering all the times you've felt that way.


Surround yourself with people who are only going to lift you higher.


Stay true to you and you'll end up incredibly happy.


Positive thinking evokes more energy, more initiative, more happiness.


We all have secrets; the ones we keep and the ones that are kept from us.


If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying.  It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.


The best lyrics are the ones that give you goosebumps or make you cry in public or help you realize the answers.


The scariest thing about distance is that you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget you.



When your heart speaks, take good notes.


And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do.  The jury's out.  My choice is you.


Spend all your time waiting for that second chance.  For a break that would make it okay.  There's always some reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day.  I need some distraction.  Oh, beautiful release.  Memories seep from my veins.  Let me be empty, and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.


I get up and get dressed and put it on and act like I got it together.


If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same.


Cause you can't jump the track.  We're like cars on a cable.  And life's like an hourglass glued to the table.  No one can find the rewind button girl.  So cradle your head in your hands.  And breathe.  Just breathe.


I didn't know until my soul broke free.  I've got these angels watching over me.


It's not a silly little moment.  It's not the storm before the calm.  This is the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been waiting on.


Before we begin to see the cross as something that was done for us, we have to see it as something done by us.