“Your opinion of me does not equal my self-worth.”

I fell in love with you the day you showed me your soul. And I spent days, months, and a year and part of a year realizing that you covered your soul again because you could not handle the love that I was touching you with.

When pain knocks on your door, welcome it. Let it in. Sit with it. Have tea with it. Understand it. Then let it leave.

I broke my soul trying to mend yours.

The truth can be seen, but it is not believed until it is openly said.

You were my home for so long. Now I realize that humans cannot be homes. If homes can leave, then they are not homes.

My heart aches in corners I did not know existed.

I spent more time getting over you than I spent falling in love with you.

To you, it is much easier to not say a word. To me, I choke on my words if I do not say them. What truly hurts me is that you know that your silence infects a storm in my mind yet you choose it oh so easily.

I may have been successful at giving, but I never know when to stop.

Keep your heart beautiful. The world needs that.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up ir that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

It is your choice to either stay halfway through or to continue your journey once you start it, to reach that destination of the person you know you can be.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

I am no longer defined by what happened to me, but by who I am.

Don’t blame life for what you do. That is so selfish and ignorant on your behalf.

My mother is much more musical, and by the time I started writing songs – by the time I was about 17 – she started to believe in me, musically.

It is not God’s will that you limp along in life believing that you are inadequate.

My parents always felt if I worked hard enough I could make any dream come true.

I believe I can make all the money I’ve missed. But I can’t regain the time with fans and family.

I believe that children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

Here in England, everyone’s a pop star, innit, whereas in America they believe in the term artist.

Stop believing in worlds not made by his words.

There’s a lot of people scared of me, and I can’t blame them. They call me crazy so much I think I’m starting to believe them.