Night Magic:
In a world of roses, she chose to be a dandelion
Night Magic:
Let go of the need to control the outcome. Trust in yourself.
Night Magic:
Leave Room in the Garden for the Angels to Dance
Night Magic:
In the end, we all become stories
Night Magic:
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time
Night Magic:
The trophy is earned in the hours when no one is watching
Night Magic:
Real knowledge is intrinsic and it's built from the ground up
Night Magic:
My soul is at peace in the silence
Night Magic:
Who's reflecting on who?
Night Magic:
Hearts are wild things, that's why our ribs are cages
Night Magic:
'All is smell is flowers, Mama,' I would say. 'Not so. That's the breath of the angels. And the stirrings you hear in the leaves are their wings brushing past.” ― Lurlene McDaniel, Garden of Angels