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

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Meet me with authenticity or not at all.

Do you see who I am beyond your judgment? I lay with my core, and there is a force in there.

Don’t fear it. That pull between your heart and mind. It is trying to teach you. It is learning your language.

It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.

That love doesn’t come easily and that relationships are supposed to be a struggle.

It is not easy to live in the light. The light makes us see many ugly things within us: vices, pride, the worldly spirit.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way.

To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That’s what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul – would you understand why that’s much harder?

Cruelty is easy, cheap and rampant.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.