“I dive into the future but I’m blinded by the sun. I’m reborn in every moment, so who knows what I’ll become.”

I don’t like hiding. I do like to keep certain things to myself, but at the end of the day, I’m eighteen, and I’m going to fall in love.

Calling your name, the only language I can speak.

Left my phone for most of yesterday to be present in the moment.

People do change.

My perfect guy wears converse, is totally laid back, and doesn’t worry about being cool.

Always be yourself, there’s no one better!

I try my best to be a good person and be the best I can be.

I may not be perfect, but i’m always me.

I want to keep pushing myself so I never feel settled. I don’t really know if it’s going to end up working. I’m stressed out most of the time.

Sometimes you wanna just be you with someone who knows all your secrets.

This is a modern fairytale. No happy endings. No wind in our sails. But I can’t imagine a life without. Breathless moments.

Success is nothing if you don’t have the right people to share it with, you’re just gonna end up lonely.

If you know who you are, it takes all the power away from that negativity. I promise.

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

If the only other option’s letting go – I’ll stay vulnerable.

It’s always better to be real.

The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it.

After traveling through fourteen foreign countries and appearing before all the royalty and nobility I have only one wish today. That is that when my eyes are closed in death that they will bury me back in that quiet little farm land where I was born.

She was a restless soul, born with black wings and gypsy heart.

A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.

Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

The typical conditions for the birth of a bull market are here: you have a changed country, you have a deep fall in growth and everybody is perplexed by the rise of stocks.