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

The more I grow the more tender I become.

I am a safe space for myself.

There is a certain peace in privacy.

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.

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

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.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

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.

Learn this from water: loud splashes the brook but the oceans depth are calm.

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Love is so blind, it feels right when it’s wrong.

He is a fool who only sees the mischiefs that are past.

A child miseducated is a child lost.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

Love is something that never goes out of style.

Where there is love there is life.