“Beaten, but still beating. – The Hearts a Champion.”

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

You feel happy when you stop beating yourself up for who you are and what you like.

A hot producer might not make a hot beat for me. I just love music.

First principle: never to let one’s self be beaten down by persons or by events.

If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.

When it comes to being badass nothing beats this It took me 17 years and 114 days to become an overnight success.

Pitching always beats batting – and vice-versa.

Nothing beats that sibling love.

Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.