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

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.

Asking for help is one of the bravest things you can do.

You were enough then and you are enough now. Your pain never defined you, and never will.

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

Being vulnerable is an act of courage it requires you to strip down naked with your heart on display.

We heal by following the example of the healed.

Loving yourself is honoring your boundaries and not tolerating disrespect.

When you find the courage to love your own body, you give people who look like you the permission to do the same.

Self love is not something you feel, but rather something you do each day.

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

It’s okay to feel self doubt from time to time you chose to go beyond what you’ve known.

Loving yourself is having the courage to leave situations and people that are not serving your growth.

Art can exist without explanation, so why must we understand the complexities of life to fully live it.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

Death – to blink for an exceptionally long period of time.

When I paint a woman in an armchair, the armchair is there to show illness and death-or as a protection.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

Nature is unsentimental. Death is built in.