Quotes by C. JoyBell C.

I will never tell another person, “I don’t understand you...” and why? Because if I say that, it means that I am disabled in a way. The inability to connect to anothers perspective is, I believe, a disability.

In this life, we reap the results of everything that we do; even if the things that we do and the things that we become, are the direct results of circumstances that we could have never controlled, in the first place. They say we are never given more than we can handle; but I dont believe that. We are often given more than we can handle, and thats why so many of us are so broken. The jar breaks when theres too much to handle. The only beauty in all of this, is that jars can be repaired with gold; and because of that, they can become even more beautiful than they were before.

In the building of walls to protect ourselves— we have managed to keep ourselves from the best in this life. And so the line is drawn whether to live and to be broken and unbroken or to breathe but not live at all. Perhaps there is no such thing as brokenness, afterall. Perhaps it is all just called living.

I remember a relative of mine who used to pick on me all the time, constantly ridiculing my every move and making me feel inferior. One day she had a pimple on her face and was devastated. I told her Why would you let a little thing like that bother you in such a way? Its just a pimple! And she cried and said You can say that, because youre perfect and even if you have ten pimples on your face, it wouldnt even matter! And I never forgot how I felt in that moment, that moment taught me some important things! First, I realized that the whole time she was picking on me, she actually was feeling that I was perfect! And secondly, I realized that when people think youre perfect, they try to make you feel bad about yourself! I was so taken aback in those few minutes— I couldnt even say anything! I just looked at her while all my realizations flooded my mind and I decided that just because you think someone is perfect, doesnt give you the ticket to make them feel bad about themselves.

All sorrows in life stem from the lack of cake. If you had your own cake, you wouldnt bother trying to take away the other persons cake! And, if the cake you had were beautiful enough, you wouldnt bother trying to melt the icing on that other persons cake! And if you always had a very beautiful cake that was always beautiful enough, then you would have a smile on your face all the time and wouldnt even care if other people were enjoying their own cakes! Because youd be enjoying yours, too! Therefore, I hereby decree that all sorrows can be fixed by many beautiful cakes! Bake a cake!

My religion consists of laughing at myself. My motto is this: As long as there is a me, there is a reason to laugh out loud!

Some of us are crèmes brûlées, unfortunately in the presence of those who would rather have corn dogs. We can try to degenerate into corn dogs to make them happy, or we can just accept the fact that we were made for Paris!

Our parents can show us a lot of things: they can show us how we are to be and what things we ought to strive for, or they can show us how not to be and what things we ought to stray from, then you may have the kind of parents that show you all the things about you that you want to get rid of and you realize those traits arent yours at all but are merely your parents marks that have rubbed off onto you.

I have lived my life backwards as compared to my peers. Everyone did incredibly stupid things as teenagers and pre-teens. I didnt. I was the one telling everybody that they were incredibly stupid. Now that they are all past that stage and we are all much older— I am the one doing incredibly stupid things. I have figured that Ive earned that right, by now! You have to earn the right to be stupid.

The thing about traveling alone, is that you run into your insecurities and fears times ten the normal! You run into all the good things and all the bad things about yourself on a daily basis, and are allowed the opportunity to truly become your own friend. Traveling alone is a learning process; some people travel for leisure, I travel to run into myself!

I have a vision. In this vision, I see men not being distrustful of women and I see women not being distrustful of men. I see a world wherein people don’t say, “I want to win, I want to control, I want to make him/her...” when talking about a potential lover. I see men believing in women and women believing in men, believing in each others’ dreams and ambitions. And I have another vision. In this vision, I see women looking at other women with eyes of love and men looking at other men with eyes of acceptance. In these two visions, I see all people looking at all other people and remembering that we are all children on the inside. We all dont want to be hurt, we all don’t want to be left behind and we all want to know where home is.

Inside that tiny seed, lives the roots, branches, bark, trunk, leaves, twigs and apple fruit of that apple tree. You can’t see, feel, hear, taste or smell any of that yet; nevertheless, it is all inside that seed. The moment the seed is in your hand— all of that is in your hand, too, from the root to the bark to the fruit! All you have to do is to push the seed into the soil. And what makes anyone plant any apple seed? It is the belief that in the seed, there is the tree. So, believe. To have a seed, is to have everything.

When you trust and you lose— it is because you were wrong to trust and what you believed was merely a phantom. But when you doubt and you lose— it is because in your wanting so much not to be wrong, you lost something that was entirely beautiful for you. More is lost, in the end, by those who doubt. I would rather lose the phantom.

The well from which we draw our love to give to other people, should never be only as deep as the well wherein resides the love we have already received in our lives. The cycle must be broken. The former well must be abandoned and we must create a love in our hearts for others, from the bricks and the mortar of our own visions. Our raw materials must come not only from what we received; but our raw materials must come from what we envision to create. From your desires and your visions— your bricks and mortar should materialize. And if your former well is completely empty and dry— so what— you dont owe it to your past, to the people who hurt you, to make that emptiness and that void, your place for drawing water from!

Sometimes, I miss so much the person that I was before the world tore me up in so many places. If only they could have just let me stay that way.

I really like the thing called friendship. And I think the most fulfilling kind of friendship is the one that you stumble quite randomly upon. Unexpected and unknown. You can learn a lot about yourself from these kinds of friendships, and some last a long time while others last only for the duration of time that you have together! But then I wonder, is the length of a friendship measured by the time you are given to spend within each others company? Or is it measured by how long into the future you can look back at the photos you took, look back and replay the adventures and the laughter in your head; still feeling like it was one of the bestest times of your life? Because if its the latter, I have a thousand friends!

I have met so many heartbroken men. Its a catastrophe. Women are easily overcome by the process that happens when a boy falls in love and becomes a man. Mens hearts are so often broken. Still, you have to leave your broken heart in a place where- when the woman who knows how to see what a gift is, sees it- your broken heart can be picked up again. I think that it takes a very strong woman (inner strength) to be able to handle a man falling in love with her, without morphing into a monster (the process is a very potent process, it can poison a woman, really). A woman thinks she wants a man to fall in love with her for all the perks that come with it; but when a real love really does happen, when a real man shows his manhood; its often too powerful a thing to endure without being poisoned. Hence, all the heartbroken men. But, I do believe that there are strong women in the world today. A few. But there are. You could say, that the mark of a real woman, is a woman who can handle a man- a man falling in love with her. A woman who can recognize that, and keep it with her.

An intelligent man wants to ultimately spend his life with a woman with whom he knows he shares complimentary energies with. He wants to feel like him and his woman are solid, because nothing can throw them off base, because the flow of their connection is just so grounded, that nothing can come in between that— not reason, not logic, not lies, not insecurities, not doubts and not fears. Men dont talk about this, but this is what intelligent men innately crave, and they dont want anything less. They want something solid. They dont want to be with women who want to be with guys who dont respect them or who try to make them jealous all the time; they dont want to be with women who need to feel like theres a game thats being played. So, contrary to popular belief, men do want something real, even more real than what many women dream of! And its not about other people and what they think is real; its about just him and her and what they know is real. But you can never fake making a man believe this is the kind of connection that you have with him, because you cant fake energies! At the end of the day, if youre that woman, then youre that woman and hes that man for you. Your connection through your energies will just flow through everything— walls, distance, time, fears— youll be solid.

As women, we are always taught never to let a man know of our affections towards him, lest he laugh, run away, or think that we are psycho. But what if thats not true? Have you ever stopped to think that? What if its like theres a beautiful little bird in our hearts and were too afraid to let anyone see it in there? Whats wrong with letting anyone know that theres a bird in your chest? Maybe there are lots of wrong ones, but maybe theres one thats just for you— the one who wont laugh or run away when he sees that little bird. After all, it’s just a pretty bird!

The mark of a real man, is a man who can allow himself to fall deeply in love with a woman. But the reason why a man is often heartbroken, is because a woman can become overcome by the reality that she has made a man out of a boy, because its just such an overwhelming process, a beautiful and powerful evolution. Therefore, a man needs to fall in love with a woman who knows that men dont happen every day, and when a man does happen, thats a gift! A gift not always given, and one that shouldnt be thrown away so easily.