“A woman once held a Canary in the palm of her hand and stroked her and whispered a careful warning. The canary, seeking some freedom to fly, went into the mine while the woman watched in worry. The mine was… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“If its danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Weird people don't care if they're weird. They are the most entertaining to converse with because nothing is off-limits.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I didn't intend to go in that direction but strange things happen when the lights go out.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“She’s a sickness in my head.” Then get well. What you feel is self-made and attended to over time. You want to let go… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I like weird. Conformity bores but is inescapable for the most part. We all follow something, even if it is following the goal of… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you're not losing… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months,… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until he can… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
