“You carry your imperfections so beautifully.”

Love had other plans for you and I.

Be the wave that crashes all the sand beneath you.

Your demons came knocking and I let them in.

Strength looks beautiful on you, keep going.

Happiness, where forgiveness unfolds and peace begins.

You tasted like forever in temporary moments.

Where we ended I began.

Fall in love with the parts of you the world has never seen.

Find peace in your battles.

I woke up with the warrior in my blood.

You are only as broken as you allow yourself to be.

Even broken she turned shackles into wings.

I’m breaking and healing all at once.

Unfold your truths nothing exists without awareness.

Even without you, my story must go on.

Earn your wings by letting go.

I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.

No human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal?

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

To feel is the most beautiful thing in life. It gives us love, as much as pain but only if we accept the pain, we can love.

I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.

It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.

I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?