Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers
May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul; And sings the tune without words And never stops at all.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief; your time for joy will come, believe me.
Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.