One has to learn contentment, forgiveness, and purpose on her own before the universe allows her to share her happiness with another soul.

I’ve learned to turn life’s setbacks into opportunities for creation.

I wasn’t crying, but my heart was crying. I wasn’t feeling, but my heart was bleeding. Now I am crying, but my heart is healing. I am learning that I know nothing.

What do we do after things fall apart? Do we run to the familiar once again? Do we attempt to numb the pain with distractions? What do we do after things fall apart?

While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.