“What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.”

At the end of the day, so many things that we hold so much value with, it just doesn’t even mean anything. I really try to stay focused on being really positive.

You’ve got to love what’s yours.

Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?

I know people who’ve gone to jail. It don’t mean you stop loving them! They deservin’ love just as much in there, and maybe they needin’ it more.

How you look is your statement, because it’s a claiming of yourself.

We’re all going to change. Otherwise, it’s boring.

I’m in constant pursuit of growing and evolving.

Love is giving of yourself in a way that is free of fear.

Living will always be a struggle looking for someone to love you.

Falling down ain’t falling down, If you don’t cry when you hit the floor, It’s called the past cause I’m getting past, And I ain’t nothing like I was before, You ought to see me now.

I believe in the limitlessness of humans. We’re capable of incredible things. At times, that realization is frightening.

The more you know the stronger you become, the closer you feel to yourself and the farther you can go.

Fear is not a part of my vocabulary, actually, and I think that it’s really made me a much smarter, braver for sure, person.

I grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood. I grew up around drugs, alcohol, prostitution, I grew up around everything, and I think part of seeing that from really young has made me really steer very far away from it in all of its forms.

Moments are so fleeting; I want to hold on to the good ones.

If we took the time to learn more about different places and people, perhaps we would have more empathy for each other.

It’s entertaining to watch somebody break my music down or explain what he thinks I was thinking during the process of making these records. Because… he has no idea.

Two souls that suffered apart together turn into one that is unbreakable.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

I’m either about to fail miserably or I’m about to have a huge break through and to be honest that’s my sweet spot or something.

She does not play with fire anymore, Her soul got burnt and hurt many times.

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.

Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.

Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.