“At least my cage is filled with light.”

Pray with me in the temple of pride.

I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.

There is no me without you! Losing you was the catalyst for everything.

This is who I am like it or not

I’ve always fantasized about wedding gowns. And it’s not because of marriage.

When we speak we create.

Embrace your imperfections!

Power is being told you’re not loved and not being destroyed by it.

I always thought of losing my virginity as a career move.

I want to be like Gandhi and Martin Luther King and John Lennon but I want to STAY ALIVE.

We are not here to be popular, we are here to be free.

Fear and hate aren’t traits that make America great.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

Unapologetic Bitch.

Better to live one year as a tiger, than a hundred as sheep.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

I don’t want to take anything to the grave. I want to die used up and emptied out. I don’t want to carry around anything I don’t have to. I want to travel light.

The great extension of our experience in recent years has brought light to the insufficiency of our simple mechanical conceptions and, as a consequence, has shaken the foundation on which the customary interpretation of observation was based.

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

When the contrary magnetic poles were on the same side, there was an effect produced on the polarized ray, and thus magnetic force and light were proved to have relation to each other.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

I happen to have discovered a direct relation between magnetism and light, also electricity and light, and the field it opens is so large and I think rich.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel; we don’t even know where the tunnel is.

Letting go is actually the easiest decision we can make. We become so adapted to the weight of our heavy hearts that being light again is a foreign language.