“She, looked in the mirror and cried but didn’t let her soul to bleed, instead made bruises as roses.”

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

Keep your senses on alert but let go of the burning fear, as you replace it with powerful faith.

The wings of hope, carries gracious grateful genuine smiles, of memories that paint the path of memory, with faith as a strong foundation.

Rare human beings have advised me genuinely on this earth and they are my treasures to cherish.

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

I have transformed from an autumn-drying cage to a spring-filled rainbow freedom soul.

People who self-criticize themselves and drown in their own dungeon of victimization, are my energy-draining points.

The generosity of my kindness is something that I love about myself.

The inspiration to grow beyond my capacity and be a ray of hope for someone is the nudge I need to take care of myself.

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

Anyone can make you smile, many people can make you cry, but it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

A reporter once asked me if I ever cried. I wonder if people think I’m just as hard as a rock and have no emotions at all.

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I try to make the producers cry and the crew laugh.

When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.