Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.

...and torture myself with happy thoughts...

I miss you always and every day But when I search my heart for you I find that you never went away

Wallets are the fabricated items into which we put our fabricated money, which most people believe to be their possession of the realest value.

Money is a headache, and money is the cure.

Dawn-giddy birds chirp as if every morning is a special occasion. Wise, wise birds.

Morning isn't just the sun coming up anew over the horizon — you are, too.

Each morning begins with the triumph and celebration of waking to a new day and the blessing of being able to get out of bed. What better way to start the day than with success like that?

Every dawn relights my soul.

Dawn is opportunity opening the door to a new day.

I wake to sunlight's morning caress and beautiful golden shine.

Every morning is a beautiful morning.

I like my coffee black and my mornings bright.

I love the sweet aroma of dawn— our daily opportunity to smell untouched time, to breathe in fresh hope... each morning being, a new beginning.

I try to start every morning with a mug of cheer and an over-easy attitude.

Mothers are the vital warmth of sun — and they are the comforting coolness of shade.

A mother's kiss lovingly forgives the past, present, and future.

The bones of music are the universal rhythms within us all.

Good music can make the difference between a mediocre workout and a slam-damn-fantastic workout!

Music is one of the best ways to enjoy the present. It's not that much fun to look forward to hearing music or to remember what a song sounded like last week, but music right now absorbs us and places us directly in the moment.

Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves.

Pseudonym: writing under a false name so that one may write more truly.

leaves — lovers of the gentle breeze trees — brothers of roots that weave soil — giver of life through earth sun — mother of golden light's birth

Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves Dancing to the music of a sweet gentle breeze...