“Do not pour your sunshine into someone who doesn’t consider you their sky.”

Avoid people who drain your positivity and dim your light.

Trust the process, things happen for a reason.

If it really means something to you, Fight for it.

Its all about finding the calm in the chaos.

Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people.

You don’t need to chase the ones that are meant for you.

If you want to fly, You have to give up the things that weigh you down.

Yes, I do things to make you happy because doing that makes my heart happy too.

Making mistakes is better than faking perfection.

Don’t ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with.

Some things break your Heart, but fix your vision.

Be strong enough to let go and wise enough to to wait for what you deserve.

I love the way he takes care of my love for him.

There’s no need to rush, what’s meant for you, will always arrive on time.

If it feels like a cage, then darling you are at the wrong place.

The problem today is that people don’t cherish good people. They try to use them.

Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I

Thank God we’re living in a country where the sky’s the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.

It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little comer of the high mansions of the sky.

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.