My Inner Child:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line
My Inner Child:
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
My Inner Child:
Furry Friend.
My Inner Child:
A Walking Rainbow.
My Inner Child:
If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.
My Inner Child:
Dance of Colors.
My Inner Child:
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
My Inner Child:
Butterfly Wishes
My Inner Child:
I wonder what goes through his mind...
My Inner Child:
Lovely little ladybug sent from heaven above please watch over my garden and fill it up with love.
My Inner Child:
Even the wishes of a small ant reach heaven.
My Inner Child:
“The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.”
My Inner Child:
In the right place at the right time.
My Inner Child:
love is.
My Inner Child:
In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved.
My Inner Child:
Butterfly kisses
My Inner Child:
Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine.
My Inner Child:
praying...
My Inner Child:
It's a bee-yooo-tiful day!
My Inner Child:
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
My Inner Child:
...
My Inner Child:
Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
My Inner Child:
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.
My Inner Child:
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?
My Inner Child:
Life, the gift of nature Love, the gift of life A Kiss, the gift of Love
My Inner Child:
I believe I can fly.
My Inner Child:
I don't mean to BUG ya.
My Inner Child:
Dragonfly Wings.
My Inner Child:
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
My Inner Child:
sweet dreams
