“Love is our greatest liberation.”

Loving yourself is not the same as being in love. Self Love is not the same as romantic love.

When we express gratitude for even the smallest of things we tell the universe we are ready for more.

I do not fear death, I fear a life unlived.

Just because the world requires you to be tough doesn’t mean you can’t be gentle with yourself.

It is not your job to fix people. I know your heart aches to see people you love in pain. But it is not your job to make their burden your own – that is not your path.

Self love is not only loving the parts of yourself you deem beautiful, but also the parts you’d rather hide away knowing they are all deserving.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

If you want people to love you for who you are, then you need to love them for who they are without expecting them to change.

The judgement that people cast on you for how you do or do not appear is nothing more than just a projection of their own wounds.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

And just like that she became soft with every exhale.

Feeling lost is a sign that you’re finally listening to yourself and no longer conforming to what is expected of you.

Letting go creates the space we need to welcome our wildest manifestations.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

Maybe this time isn’t about finding love but rather learning how to enjoy your own company instead.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

One always writes comedy at the moment of deepest hysteria.

I’m looking for the teacher who is simple enough to be great, and great enough to be simple.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.

Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

Too deeply. Thats how much you hurt me. All my love fell in.