“About pain; maybe it will hit you when you think about what will happen if you just stay a little longer.”

Treat the ones you love most the very best.

I hope you find someone who makes you feel so at home, even with just their voice.

What I admire about love is that, even in its weakness, it still wishes you well.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

I believe that if you tell me I am enough, I am enough.

Love came to me as you.

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Maybe you have to be smaller if you want to see bigger things. To see how the sky looked prettier from the ground.

You can’t forget the person who prayed for you because when you were happy yesterday, maybe their prayers were a part of it too.

I’ve been taught that it will be such an extraordinary story if it ends with forgiveness.

I am the same person with a renewed heart, I learned so much, I have the entire oceans to scream.

At least you give me an opportunity to feel.

How marvelous it is that I can have so much in my life, and I want to share it just with you.

I think that god places a special gift of courage in our heart to handle every experience we don’t think we can get through.

I’ve been taught that it will be such an extraordinary story if it ends with forgiveness.

About pain; maybe it will hit you when you think about what will happen if you just stay a little longer.

Happiness is an inside job, let your pain play its role.

It don’t last forever, the pain. Realize that tomorrow is coming. Move further from this pain and this stress.

Pain is only bearable if we know it will end, not if we deny it exists.

My pain may be the reason for somebody’s laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody’s pain.

Never be ashamed of expressing how you feel; being ashamed of emotional pain is as outlandish as being ashamed of shoulder pain. Your emotions are your truth; they are internal experiences that belong to you and no one has the right to criticize them.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.