What did Louise Hay mean by: Share your joy with everyone in your world. - Louise Hay Author · USA Copy
+ I breathe in the fullness and richness of life. Feraz Zeid, June 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Hay, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ The past is over, so it has no power now. The thoughts of this moment create my future. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Louise Hay, Future, Moments, Past, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ I am one with the power and wisdom of the Universe. I have all that I need. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Hay, Powerful, Universe, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ I realise that stress is only fear. I now release all fears Feraz Zeid, August 16, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Hay, Realising, Release, Stress, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ I slowly breathe in and out,and i find myself relaxing more and more with each breath Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Hay, Breathe, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ I follow my inner star. I AM a shining example of Love and Light. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Hay, Light, Shining, Stars, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ Today I don’t have to fit into anyone else’s emotional atmosphere. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Hay, Emotional, Karma, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
+ I deserve to live a good life, and I begin now. Feraz Zeid, August 13, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Hay, Deserve, Good Life, 0 - Louise Hay Author · USA
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
Seraphs share with thee Knowledge; but Art, O Man, is thine alone! - Friedrich Schiller Playwright · Germany
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France