“When darkness came, and it did, I learned that I can scream at the top of my lungs without making any sound at all.”

I have come to believe that the hurt ones are also the healers.

People will not understand your journey. Walk it anyway. Sometimes crazy looks a awful lot like faith.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

How beautiful it is to find a broken heart, to hold it in your hands and give it a place to stay, without fetching a needle and thread.

Even the wrong people and the wrong choices can bring us to the right places.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

What if I told you everything was going to be okay – but what if in my own, soft heart, I really needed to hear it too?

And perhaps the greatest peace of art is in the brush stroke of our suffering.

I am the kind of tired that does not need a bed but rather, hope.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

I don’t mind cloudy days. And how could I? My heart has cloudy days too.

Even the wrong people and the wrong choices can bring us to the right places.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

There is a certain kind of light that only comes from having been through a certain kind of darkness.

I will heal and Oh what a day that will be.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

How far have we come in man’s long pilgrimage from darkness toward light? Are we nearing the light—a day of freedom and of peace for all mankind? Or are the shadows of another night closing in upon us?

It’s crazy because ‘Icy Girl’ came when I was in a dark place, but I made it to motivate myself. It was kind of like my anthem for lifting up my spirits.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

Its okay to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

She says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.

But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.