“Everyone deserves to feel good about themselves, and if you don’t then start because everyone is beautiful.”

Dreams do come true, believe always. I dreamt every night of becoming a singer

Everyone gets that second album syndrome.

We’re never going to escape the idea of being young. Which I don’t mind myself. I mean, who wants to grow up anyway?

I don’t want to live up to how people expect me to be.

Do you think anybody knows that I’m Irish?

I want to live forever! I want to learn how to fly high!

Fans always ask me to marry them so I’ll have a lot of wives.

I want to sell out arenas and make an album and work with some of the best artists in the world.

Changing is for weirdos.

Our band will never change , we will always be 5 singing idiots .

We cut up lemons on a chop board because they are good for our voices.

The type of girls that would sleep with you in a heartbeat aren’t the type of girls I’d want to take home anyway.

I feel I am a little bit older. Reckon I will start growing a beard next week.

If a man whistles at you, don’t turn around. You are a lady not a dog.

I was starstruck by Michelle Obama. She’s an amazing-looking lady, and I’m a massive Barack Obama fan anyway.

I’ll always defend the people I love even though I’m as terrifying as a baby penguin.

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

The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.