“Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.”

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.

We all have a voice. If you take a stand, you could be changing someones life.

Next time they are cruel to you, listen carefully, and if you listen you will hear their pain and just like that see their heart.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

I refuse to be ashamed of the fact that my body does bleed each month; it is why we are all here.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

And one day I hope your path leads you to a place where you love yourself as much as I love you.

Their compliments should not define you and nor should their criticism break you.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

I had all of the love in the world but I could not see it. We are blind when we don’t know how to love the very bones and blood that make us.

Shame bleeds through generation to generation. That is not the legacy I wish for you.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

If you keep quiet and claim that your silence speaks, you’re silently part of the cruelty that goes around you. Thus make your voice sing.

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

Imagination is lost in reality’s cruelty.

I know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.

This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?

People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.

Cruel leaders are replaced only to have new leaders turn cruel.