“If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?”

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

Your endless soul is your superpower.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with care, patience and love.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

I wish to be as patient as the sea. That waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Home is where your soul belongs.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

Children wish, vulgar men hope and real men act immediately after considering all the alternatives.

The things you own end up owning you.

The beauty of America is people can do what they like.

Either America will destroy ignorance or ignorance will destroy the United States.

People too often forget that we get to choose how something affects us.

I would rather be known and disliked than never truly known at all.

America is not a country, it’s a business.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.