“Stay wherever you find hope.”

Better times are coming.

Every dream deserves a chance to live.

My heart is a wild flower.

Trust in time it knows everything.

There is no moon like you.

The stillness reveals everything.

You are complete even in your pieces.

I lost myself in the search of you.

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Chase nothing but moments.

The true vision is not in your eyes.

May the future be known for it’s kindness.

Let your new self breathe.

Better times are coming.

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Even mermaids come up for air.

Hope is a four letter word but so is hurt.

What I’m hoping is that every album I’m going to do will give my audience something different, and that they’ll grow as I do.

I just hope people see that if God can do something beautiful with my broken pieces, then God truly has a plan for each and everyone of us.

I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.

I was never crippled until I lost hope.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.

Focus on impact, not approval. If you believe you can change the world, which I hope you do, do what you believe is right and expect resistance and expect attackers. Keep calm and carry on!

I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.