“And one day I hope your path leads you to a place where you love yourself as much as I love you.”

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.

We all have a voice. If you take a stand, you could be changing someones life.

Next time they are cruel to you, listen carefully, and if you listen you will hear their pain and just like that see their heart.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

I refuse to be ashamed of the fact that my body does bleed each month; it is why we are all here.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

Their compliments should not define you and nor should their criticism break you.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

I had all of the love in the world but I could not see it. We are blind when we don’t know how to love the very bones and blood that make us.

Shame bleeds through generation to generation. That is not the legacy I wish for you.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

Hope lingers like a moon.

O Beloved of Hearts, I beseech only You. Have pity this day on those who turn to You. My Hope, my Rest, my Delight, this heart can love none other but You.

People crushed by law, have no hopes but from power. If laws are their enemies, they will be enemies to laws; and those who have much hope and nothing to lose, will always be dangerous.

In the book of life every page has two sides: we human beings fill the upper side with our plans, hopes and wishes, but providence writes on the other side, and what it ordains is seldom our goal.

That’s what art is for me. It helps you maintain hope by giving you the ability to either create outside your reality, or to describe your reality.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

I’m not a method actor; I hope you know that!