I would literally climb out of the cradle while my parents slept, go and crawl off. I did this a couple of times apparently. I'd cross the road and into someone's house, wake them up banging pots and pans in the kitchen.
Patient endurance attends to all things.
Her heart is full of joy with love, for in the Lord her mind is stilled. She has renounced every selfish attachment and draws abiding joy and strength from the One within. She lives not for herself, but lives to serve the Lord of Love in all, and swims across the sea of life breasting its rough waves joyfully.
Whenever we think of Christ, we should recall the love that led Him to bestow on us so many graces and favors, and also the great love God showed in giving us in Christ a pledge of His love; for love calls for love in return. Let us strive to keep this always before our eyes and to rouse ourselves to love Him.
Mental prayer is nothing else but being on terms of friendship with God, frequently conversing in secret with Him.
Each of us has a soul, but we forget to value it. We don't remember that we are creatures made in the image of God. We don't understand the great secrets hidden inside of us.
No one should think or say anything of another which he would not wish thought or said of himself.
Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives.
I've got Disney blood running through my veins.
Being an opener is all about warming up the audience for the main band. That is always fun, pretty easy; there isn't a lot of pressure.
I feel like you constantly have to prove why you deserve to continue to exist.