“I just want to be held without having to explain myself.”

We all return to dreams, don’t we? The unattainable is alluring, desire is tenfold.

The distance between you and greatness, is how much you believe in yourself.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Do they love you? Or do they only seem to love what you could do for them?

Despite all of your mistakes, I stayed – and that was mine.

What you’re trying to control is already controlling you.

When did our love become a war we had to fight to keep?

I wonder how often the world reminds you of me, because it won’t let me forget you.

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I refuse to apologize for my feminity.

You made a goddamn mess of me but watch me rise from the ashes.

Responding instead of reacting empowers us.

My mind is scarier than my demons.

The first step in the elevation of women under all systems of religion is to convince them that the great Spirit of the Universe is in no way responsible for any of these absurdities.

If you can’t go straight ahead, you go around the corner.

She’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.

When you stand and share your story in an empowering way, your story will heal you and your story will heal somebody else.