“Life is a dance – make it beautiful.”

My weakness was loving you before loving myself.

Conditional love is not love.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

Your love is warm like the sun – I feel it all over my skin.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.

Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.

A woman may be beautiful but have poor character. A man may be a business genius, making money left and right, but lack common courtesy, sensitivity, and compassion.

For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.

What matters is not your outward appearance but your inner disposition. Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle gracious kind that God delights in.

Outer beauty pleases the EYE. Inner beauty captivates the HEART.

No more dumpster diving for love. You can have it all. That healthy, beautiful, two feet kinda love.

When I am in the battlefield, I love it more than my wedding night with the most beautiful of women