“You’ve got to let that hurt go baby, It’s only hurting you in the end.”

I love who you are. I love who you ain’t.

Struggle is, at times, inevitable; survival is, most times, a choice.

A work in progress, but progress nonetheless.

You’re responsible for your intentions. I’m responsible for my interpretation of your intentions.

I love all types of people, as long as they’re having fun.

Be good to you. Be happy with you. Be true to you. That will reflect with others on its own.

God sends signs, and if you pay attention in the moment you can catch them.

Never stop growing. Even when it’s painful.

Thou shall not judge, because thou has fucked up before too.

The good Lord added an extra dash of forehead when making me.

You can’t force the vibes. Chill and let shit fall in line naturally.

People will talk about you when you’re down and out, and people will talk about you when you’re successful. You choose what matters to you.

I’ve seen maturity evolve more through experience than age.

I’ve got to stop taking simple things for granted. Like waking up this morning.

The goal is to make everything around me grow, Including myself.

This is a marathon. Fight, take a minute to regain your peace/energy, regroup and fight again.

As the old saw says well: every end does not appear together with its beginning.

Everything is ended if you forgive and forget.

No matter what anyone may say about making the rich and the corporations pay taxes, in the end they come out of the people who toil.

Just when you think you’ve achieved something, you realize you’ve achieved nothing. And still you have to go forward just the same – toward a dream so distant that your road has neither beginning nor end.

Freedom does not consist in any dreamt-of independence from natural laws, but in the knowledge of these laws, and in the possibility this gives of systematically making them work towards definite ends.

It doesn’t matter how much you flirt the whole day, at night you’ll always end up thinking about the one you truly love.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

We movie stars all end up by ourselves. Who knows? Maybe we want to.