“Even through the darkest night, know the world is moving towards dawn.”

There it was: a few friends, laughter, and the safest place on earth.

We must believe in dawns, even when we don’t see the sun.

I had all the reasons to love him. He gave me reasons to love myself. Thats when you know.

When it is darkest is when you must shine.

We all have a song, a place, and a person. – The unforgettable.

Sometimes strangers feel like home too.

We’ve never understood the hate you fear in us. Our love makes protests feel like celebrations.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.

Who will we be when we have healed?

In seeing wounds heal, I saw a body that loved itself enough to not let it hurt forever. And I learned. – my body knew self love before I did.

There are too many love songs, and they all sing about you.

Go where you just don’t know. That’s where the magic happens.

But people also leave when your love for them outgrows their love for themselves.

How many times have you reached an end of a story, only to find it was the turn of a page?

You didn’t break my heart, I did. It was the only way to let you out of it.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Find me someone who has gone to the darkest parts of their own character where they were so close to their own self-destruction and found a way to get up and out of it, and I will bow on my knees to you. You’re my teacher.

A bad word from a colleague can darken a whole day. We need encouragement a lot more than we admit, even to ourselves.

My breaths give out the stench of dark black pain, that rooted from the poison you gifted me with love.

I seek out the good but keep my senses on alert but then there are moments when all I want to do is drown in the sea.

Darkness attracts me, it’s the only time, I can cry in peace.

The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color-line, — the relation of the darker to the lighter races of men in Asia and Africa, in America and the islands of the sea.

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.