Reflections

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

In those moments when we realize when we realize how much we cannot control; we can learn to let go.

When nothing is sure, everything is possible.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

Hope is the ability to work for something because it’s good, not just because it stands a chance of succeeding.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.