What you deeply resent in another, is actually a reflection of what you wish you had or what you wish you could be. Resentful of how another speaks her mind? Because you were silenced and therefore fell silent. Resentful of how another wears (or doesn't wear) whatever she wants? Because you are controlled by your own ideas of morality and societal expectations. Resentful of how another's life is not constructed to pander and please others? Because you are bound by the cruel chains of people-pleasing, you don't know how to break out of. What you resent in others is what you actually wish you could be.

Lights can't please you if your heart is filled with darkness.

If your soul does'nt feel guilty for the act of sin, then do whatever you please

It's nice having a job where people are pleased to see you.

Be careful . These days people are choosing to support a trend , Instead of choosing to support you . Don't be misled by thinking they are supporting you. They can turn on you any day. Always do you and do what makes you happy . Don't do things to please people . Don't choose to turn your back on other people, because of other people. Don't choose to mistreat other people, because you want to please certain people.

Don't choose to turn your back on other people, because of other people. Don't choose to mistreat other people, because you want to please certain people.

re: cutting glass..."You have to be in command of the glass, telling it where to release its hold on itself. Just like life. Otherwise it will splinter.

Join the mob or go for what you want. Give yourself plenty of quiet time alone in order to get in touch with who you are...Focus power of thought. Remind yourself that the world is yours for the asking. The non-risker does not grow, you just get older. When you have decided which ideas, beliefs, relationships, and situations no longer work for you, it is time to release them. Let go of negative thoughts - view them as a flight of birds crossing your path. See them fly into view and continue on their way.' - from Joan Root's diary

I'd always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.

Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.

Stop pretending to be happy! If the relationship isn't working let it go, and save you both from tolerating each other. Release the drama, release the pain, release the arguments, and BE FREE! Stop holding on to people and things that are making you uncomfortable.

Sweet death is after all what releases us from the misery that is life.

Fame is a cult, because when you are famous. You can't do or say everything you want. You have to say or do what pleases people all the time.

Everything you do . You do it for yourself. You might do it to someone. You might think you are doing it for someone. You might think you are doing it as a group, but you are doing it for yourself. Every person will be paid by life, based on their actions or behavior. Whatever you do, whatever you allow, support, enhance, promote, condemn. It either being good or bad. It will come back to you. Do and say ,as you please today, the results of actions will be waiting for you in future.

Beyond thorns are blooming meadows, beyond grief are smiles. Numb is the world, but why must you be? Anchor feet on the shore of melodies, in dance, all stress shall release.

Moving to oriental or jazz while listening to drum beats or trance, take your own time and improvise. Wait not, now is the time to release the dancing vibes.

You are Darling of my soul.... please don't leave me alone on this earth.

When someone pays you to vote for them. They are actually buying you out of power. Once they win the elections. You won't have power to do or to say anything, because you would have traded your voice, rights and power , by that time they gave you money. They can do and say as they please . You can't object. They bought that power and bought it from you. So they own you.

Sometimes I'll lie awake at night and listen to the sound of the clock. The motor ticks on endlessly. What an unsettling sound it is when you've yet to find peace - to find solace. Sometimes no matter how exhausted my body is, no matter how tired my thoughts are, no matter how sore my brain and my heart are...even then I still can't fall asleep. Sometimes I wish for nothing more than to sleep. Please, allow me to slip away into the darkest corners of the world and let me be. Just let me sleep. You can close your eyes to the surroundings, but you can't close your ears off to the sound around it. And sometimes the things you wish the most not to hear - are the loudest. They will not go away in the night and be silenced.

One must first allow the presence of gray to take root, then release it to weigh its absence before being certain about anything. @reenadossauthor

Translate your battles onto blank canvases for there are others walking alongside you. You are their light when they want to give up. It's okay to not feel okay, but please stay connected. @reenadossauthor

I was always exceedingly delighted with that saying of Chrysostom, "The foundation of our philosophy is humility"; and yet more pleased with that of Augustine: "As the orator, when asked, What is the first precept in eloquence? answered, Delivery: What is the second? Delivery: What is the third? Delivery: so if you ask me concerning the precepts of the Christian religion, I will answer, first, second, and third, Humility.

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can't wait for me. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is melting fast, your soul is whispering trust, your eyes are begging please and your anger has turned to lust. Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again. I'd rather say I'm sorry and keep my best friend than have this come to an end. Be encouraged but more importantly?be lethal with your make up love.

"People ask me how I can stay in Alabama. Why wouldn't I leave? Alabama is my home. I love Alabama--the hot days in summer and the thunderstorms in winter. I love the smell of the air and the green of the woods. Alabama has always been God's country to me, and it always will be. I love Alabama, but I don't love the State of Alabama. Since my release, not one prosecutor, or state attorney general, or anyone having anything to do with my conviction has apologized. I doubt they ever will.