“They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.”

How unfortunate that we tend to miss the ones who leave but neglect the ones who stay.

She just wants to understand what it feels like to be herself again.

Fear lives in the mind of doubt. Courage lives in the minds of those who dream.

Find beauty in my scars. For I’m a walking gallery of several masterpieces.

They silenced her tongue, for they feared how sharp it might cut them.

I am suffocated by the arms, I once called home.

In my quiet is when the voices in my head get the loudest.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

Perfection is what I craved, from a far from perfect world.

All burdens are gifted heavy, but through you runs a abundance of strength strong enough to carry it.

My skin will continue to carry your memories, even if my mind wants to forget.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

I refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.

The frenzy of the little-girl culture is something very unique, and I can only say that because I was one. The obsession – I can’t really explain it. Everything is heightened to the maximum.

It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself.

The Big Band Era is my era. People say, ‘Where did you get your style from?’ I did the Big Band Era on guitar. That’s the best way I could explain it.

Religion began as a natural explanation of the universe. The problem started when people refused to accept new evidence.

I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.

It’s very hard not to be condescending when you’re explaining something to an idiot.

No need to erase no need to explain. The beauty is in the change.