“The truth is, I have always felt a little off-balance. Maybe each part of me exists in a  separate world.”

We only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.

Your softness never goes to waste.

I’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.

I am enough. I am more than enough. I am plenty. Through and through. As I am.

The more I grow the more tender I become.

I am a safe space for myself.

There is a certain peace in privacy.

There is power in my peace and it is loud without sound.

If you ever forget your worth just ask me. I’ll remind you.

I gave my sadness a full name so that I stop thinking of her as an intruder and start acknowledging that I do have to learn how to live with her.

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?

We have a choice – to live or to exist.

The past is no more and the future is not yet: both are unnecessarily moving in directions which don’t exist.

No genuine equality, no real freedom, no true manhood or womanhood can exist on any foundation save that of pecuniary independence.

I am God. So it’s easy to play him. They say God is in all things. So if God is in me, then I am in God. Therefore, I am God. God does not exist without me.

President Roosevelt was right. True freedom cannot exist without economic security.

Existence cannot go wrong. If it does not fulfill our desires, that simply means our desires were wrong.

It is better to exist unknown to the law.

Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence.