“The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.”

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.

You are your own soulmate.

Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.

Representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth.

If you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else.

If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not.

You have so much yet you are always hungry for more. The trick to being well-fed is you have to stop looking up at everything you don’t have and look around at everything you do.

Don’t mistake salt for sugar, if he wants to be with you he will, it’s that simple.

How can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.

What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives.

On the first day of love, you wrapped me in the word special.

I was music but you had your ears cut off.