Jo Boniszewski

Wake up, lift your head, open your eyes, and dream. Gaze softly into your heart’s whispers. Notice the pull of your belly and that which makes you come alive. Let your soul speak, beckoning you to embark on that one voyage you can no longer let lie.

You are perfect. An exquisitely fine work of art, labor of love, suspended in silence. Bejeweled, trembling, kissed by a breeze, mesmerized by your beauty. You await in silence, beckoning me to a silken-wrapped slumber.

She was taken by surprise at quite how breathtaking the twinkle in her eyes was. She listened and watched attentively, magnetized. As butterflies danced on her lips, her own stomach felt butterflies.

Softness has such a power to it. When you choose to soften into something, it relaxes, opens, tension releases. Stuck energy flows like blood coursing through veins, bringing much needed oxygen. Life force and warmth enters, connection is rekindled. Find the trust you need to allow softness in; it really is healing.

Your fingers caress my heart strings, shaping a silent sonnet in notes of love. Transcending space and time, bathing the ether in perfect harmony.

You sold me a dream and it shattered. I didn’t know how to put it back together again. So instead, I’m lovingly gluing those fragments anew with seams of gold, creating a vibrant new dream, rendering the broken strong and more than ever, breathtakingly beautiful.

Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.

Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.

Those who attain to any excellence commonly spend life in some single pursuit, for excellence is not often gained upon easier terms.

Compound for sins they are inclined to by damning those they have no mind to.

It’s hard to have it all. And if you’re compromising through one phase of your journey, you’re not giving it all up, you’re compromising for that phase

I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.

Wise men make more opportunities than they find.

Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.

Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits.

Named must your fear be before banish it you can.

Leisure and curiosity might soon make great advances in useful knowledge, were they not diverted by minute emulation and laborious trifles.