The Devil in us has created God to justify our actions.

That words can be plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is marvellous and wondrous indeed.

Prayer is my breath, if I stop praying, I die!

They broke my wings
but forgot i had claws

---MollyA

She conquered her demons
and wore her scars
like wings

---MollyA

When you practice, you needn't preach.

Should the measure of a man be the number of mourners at his funeral? What if he was not close to anyone but himself?

We mustn't look for love aimlessly; rather, we must allow ourselves the joy of bumping into it.

Is love without purpose? When I look at you, I lose my sense of purpose.

Thank God that He doesn't listen to you every time. He knows what's best for you.