“We repress, Oppress and silence her voice but forget that without her, nothing is possible.”

We can look for beauty in the mirror, but the mirror only reflects one aspect of who we are.

As her words became poetry, the poetry became a song. As her heart became his, he became one with her.

You never know what’s going to happen or when things might change but you still have to keep going because life isn’t going to stop for you.

Love is the song we all carry forever in our hearts. It never leaves us.

We live in a world that is like art painted by the light in so many colors.

We’re all looking for something, but all it really is, is love in some way or another.

Behind every face there is so much more.

With night came the moon, and I saw the stars. Looking for the light, I found it in you and myself.

She looked for him all over only to find that he was already here.

There is a dream in you. You just have to believe.

Some places stay like an old memory that no matter where you are or where you go, that place is always with you like home.

Every heart carries love and light. No one can ever take that away.

They say the sky is the limit. But there is no limit to how far you can go.

Wherever you are, wherever you are going, just look within.

We are like atoms dancing with each other, sometimes meeting each other, sometimes separating from each other.

Dancing in the light like a lotus in bloom, she opens up herself to the world.

I do not fear death. But I do, a deathbed regret. Life is a blink of an eye. One day forever closed, lest you forget.

Forgetting is essential for surviving but i can’t survive by forgetting you.

Every birth has its significant lifetime miracles. We are supposed to forget all but we are also supposed to remember again. The veil of oblivion exists to make it more interesting to discover ourselves again.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

Never become so involved with something that it blinds you. Never forget where you from; someone will remind you.

I can’t remember names and things.

I think it’s important as an artist to never forget where you’re from.

I know he was toxic but at the end of the day a piece of me loved him and that’s hard to forget.