“We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.”

We can not all love in the same way – for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

Solitude causes more wounds than it was ever meant to heal.

How a love ends should never define your next one.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

If you truly love someone, you’ll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

Changes are important they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

To know why you fell in love will never bring you back up.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

I’ll see your darkness and love you anyway.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

We must be willing to encounter darkness and despair when they come up and face them, over and over again if need be, without running away or numbing ourselves in the thousands of ways we conjure up to avoid the unavoidable.

Out of darkness is born the light.

Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.