“I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.”

I will tell you one thing, though: I grew like hell from it.

Nothing comes easy for me but that makes me love it more.

The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

The reason you fear me is why all men do I am a woman your fear is only natural.

Fear isn’t an excuse to come to a standstill. It’s the impetus to step up and strike.

A man will never fear something besides Allah unless it be due to a disease in his heart.

There’s nothing that scares me more than, like, being in the ocean by myself.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

Every time you win, it diminishes the fear a little bit. You never really cancel the fear of losing; you keep challenging it.

Were the diver to think on the jaws of the shark, he would never lay hands on the precious pearl.