“She is fading she is falling she is flying.”

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.

We are all fighting to be seen.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

It is easier to move on when you have someone else to fill the emptiness.

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.

I don’t say women’s rights – I say the constitutional principle of the equal citizenship stature of men and women.

Speak you mind even if your voice shakes.

I want to be a Renaissance Woman. I want to paint, and I want to write, and I want to act, and I just want to do everything.

I am not ashamed of anything – not my past, not my affairs, not my body, and most definitely not my desire.

It’s so empowering to see so many people uniting over love and art.

Might be little, but I am loud!

A woman brought you into this world, so you have no right to disrespect one.