“I learned the hard way that not everything in life was meant to be beautiful.”

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.

You are only ever as lost as the next step you choose to take.

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

My smile is my favorite part of my body. I think a smile can make your whole body. I want women to know that it’s ok. That you can be whatever size you are and be beautiful inside and out.

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

I hope that my work will encourage self expression in others and stimulate the search for beauty and creative excitement in the great world around us.

I believe in beauty. I believe in stones and water, air and soil, people and their future and their fate.

The crowds are very important for tennis. It makes you play better, but it can also make you nervous and that’s the beauty of it.

It is all very beautiful and magical here – a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake into you.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.