“The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.”

I am not supportive not fond of nor proud of my self-abuse. I carry untold debt to my soul. It is the least I can do, to be gentle with it.

We only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.

Your softness never goes to waste.

I’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.

The truth is, I have always felt a little off-balance. Maybe each part of me exists in a  separate world.

I am enough. I am more than enough. I am plenty. Through and through. As I am.

The more I grow the more tender I become.

I am a safe space for myself.

There is a certain peace in privacy.

There is power in my peace and it is loud without sound.

If you ever forget your worth just ask me. I’ll remind you.

I gave my sadness a full name so that I stop thinking of her as an intruder and start acknowledging that I do have to learn how to live with her.

I will tell you one thing, though: I grew like hell from it.

Nothing comes easy for me but that makes me love it more.

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

It is certainly no part of religion to compel religion.

Nature soaks every evil with either fear or shame.

The nature of rumor is well known to all. It was your own poet who said: ‘Rumor, an evil surpassing all evils in speed.’

And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.

He who exerts his mind to the utmost knows his nature.

It is a fundamental human right, a privilege of nature, that every man should worship according to his own convictions.

They told me never fall in love, it never works out in your favor. You’re way too young, and right now that’s just human nature.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.