“I am tired in many ways, but hopeful in many more.”

Growth often looks like out growing old patterns and good people.

You always feeling inadequate, if the world decides your worth.

You and I are shades of beauty from the same sky.

Loss teaches us that life is fragile and love is worth the chase.

Let pride go, to let love in.

Hope is on the horizon, we just have to look up.

You won’t heal your heart by rushing it.

We do not win external wars by denying internal battles.

The time to bet on yourself is now.

Teach young girls that their beauty is only a fraction of who they are.

You are not obligated to pay attention to things that threaten your peace.

Check out on social media. Check in on your mental health.

Gratitude is just as powerful as grief, and no season is ever wasted.

This is not the season to shrink ourselves for anyone.

Take perfection, give me peace.

Kind people aren’t doormats.

Every time you stand up for an ideal, you send forth a tiny ripple of hope.

When Good Friday comes, these are the moments in life when we feel there’s no hope. But then, Easter comes.

My message to you all is hope, courage and confidence.

You make me wish for everything and nothing more all at once.

Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.

Things light up.

I think it’s a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one’s self.

I emphasize that I am full of ambition and hope and of full charm of life. But I can renounce all at the time of need, and that is the real sacrifice.