Brandy Inspirational Quotes

In order to grow, I promise you'll have to let go of some habits. 10 times out of 10, they'll be the habits you're most in love with.

Now," those Plumbago lips say, "You are going to tell me your story like you just did. Write it all down. Tell that story over and over. Tell me your sad-assed story all night." That Brandy queen points a long bony finger at me. "When you understand, " Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says,"then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that.

No matter what the industry you choose to ultimately invest all your time and energy in, be sure you're the owner, founder, and CEO. Remember, if you don't own it, you can't control it nor can you depend on it.

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

Like the Bermuda triangle, she swallowed her victims whole.

I'm not leaving you. We still have a chance." "How?" Kayson's voice echoes his hopelessness. He's already given up. "Hey, as long as we are still breathing, we still have a chance. If you quit, then you're quitting on me too.

Never accept yourself as a finished product. Be a finished product when you die. As long as you have breath in your lungs, expand yourself.

A woman can lend a man the strength to conquer a kingdom, and bring him to his knees with one breath.

I didn't realize. I wasn't trying to rewrite history. You couldn't if you wanted to. It already happened. It don't matter if anyone remembers it or not. He paused. Abbs, you're tryin' to find hope in the past, but the world and its lusts are passing away. Hope belongs to the future. -Abby Wells and Will Laughlin

I love rain. I love the sound of it falling on an umbrella, each drop that hits the cloth a soothing sound. Everything is so fresh and clean. It always feels as if each drop is helping to wash away the hurt, the pain, the dirt that life leaves behind. As if the mere act of it falling can give life a rebirth, a second chance.

Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.

Woran du glaubst, dafür sollst du leben und sterben.

It's through our past, that we gain our Future." BW. 2006

We are all possibilites waiting to happen." BW 2004

I don't want to think about the danger, the life changing events that have fallen into our lives. I just want to live in this moment, right here, right now.

To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world. -Brandi Snyder Friendship

She clenches the crystal necklace that Dagna gave me, the one I always wear. “Never lose this, Harmony. It is a symbol of the beginning. The power that still lingers inside it will help you, but even as it fades, the memory of everything until now will carry you as if it were still strong.

So I said, and quickly reached for my glass so as to duck my disingenuous face and take a bitter drop of brandy on my tongue. But Lonoff had read my designing mind, all right; for when I came upon Babel’s description of the Jewish writer as a man with autumn in his heart and spectacles on his nose, I had been inspired to add, “and blood in his penis,” and had then recorded the words like a challenge—a flaming Dedalian formula to ignite my soul’s smithy.

Whatever it is you want in this life, be it material things, a place you want to be, or an experience you want to have, you must first make it real in the realm of your consciousness.

Giving inspiration to a lawyer, Sharpe thought sourly, was like feeding fine brandy to a rat.

Today's "housewife" is a sassy, clever, opinionated woman who faces challenges head-on and never shies from telling it like it is--all the while hoping to create a happy "home life," regardless of what kind of home she has and who lives there.

Everyone needs a place to let go and unwind from life, mine happens to be where pencil meets paper.

Embrace the fear, use it, but don't become a victim of it.

But when you drop things, they break. My mother taught me that.

Something clicked inside me at that moment. It felt like a door closing. It felt like letting go. And it hurt.

I always thought he'd wake up and realize he'd already met someone. And now he had. But she wasn't me.

I'm still confused that the plan is to eat at a gas station." "Texas, baby. We know how to barbecue.

The thing about Texas that Jason admired most was that it could hold its own. It wasn't in competition with other places, near or far. If it were, Texas would win, hands down, of course.

What's your plan? Rich white girl?" Armando frowned. "Give me some credit. Rich Latina, bro.

Jason felt those threads, the sense of being pulled and tugged along, so close to the ones around you that they refused to let you be left behind.

Brandy Peștii au mereu dreptate, de-aia n-au nevoie să vorbească.

You’re rising from the ashes mi fénix, it’s time to show them the beast they created within you.

Fear not the fall, but the life that comes from having never leaped at all.

Life is like authoring a novel, our choices write the chapters that decide our path, destiny, and if you’re blessed, a happy ending.

Don't apologize for your greatness.

Writing this book took almost as much growth as living the life necessary to put the words down on the page.

Growth has been a constant part of my life and the getting up and editing out has been the hardest and most important part.

This book is about having the courage to stand in the ever-crooked room of black womanhood and summon the magic to set it straight. Even if only for a moment, the act alone heals you just enough for the next tilt of the room.

For a long time, I was the girl who believed nothing good would ever come her way. So much so that I could will the negative to come before the good could even make it to my location.

Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas?

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man. She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street. For some reason, on the drive home from Marcel’s apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit. She couldn’t get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue. Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of.

Safe? What can be classified as safe? Everything we do in life has a risk. Just getting out of bed each morning can be dangerous. It's not a matter of what is safe, Cooper, it's a matter of what are you going to allow to hold you back." I look down at him over my shoulder and smile. "You going to let some squeaking metal hold you back?

In creating you, God has already given you everything you need to live a life of endurance, abundance, and purpose.

At the time, it seemed everything was falling apart by no reason. My mind was dramatic in its ignorant stage. I knew nothing of what love was, nor the presence of a greater being within myself. Everything seemed overwhelming, and little did I know, I would conquer the voids of this falsity.

Semantics are just some antics used by the enemy to get us distracted and off course from the destiny and inheritance that God hand-picked and created specifically for us...

To have faith in God, you must also have faith in His timing....

My face does not match my story." - Brandy L. Verdin

To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world. -Brandi Snyder