“It’s okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do.”

2015 was really the hardest and the best year of my life. I learned a lot. I went through a lot of personal heartbreak, loss, and turmoil. I had to find my way out of sinking under the weight of it and it was the hardest thing I had to do.

I don’t really listen to any of the gossip.

I’ve always written songs for the sake of my own sanity and expression.

It’s more than Fifth Harmony, the girl group – it’s a sisterhood.

At the end of the day nobody’s perfect and everybody’s weird whether they embrace it or not.

The whole point of music is being able to share your story.

Whether or not someone sexualizes you for wearing an outfit, that’s their problem and not yours.

I’ve been songwriting for a long time, usually while on the road, as a way to get my feelings out.

I’ve always written songs that were confessional, acoustic, wordy – my writing style matches my personality. The music always has to match the mouth it comes out of.

My general thing is, if you feel cute in your outfit, then your outfit is cute.

In the music industry, there’s often a lot of egos and people aren’t always very supportive, but we cheer each other on and we push each other to be better.

I like to know that when I’m 90 years old, I’m going to be able to look at a song or poem I wrote and say, “Wow! I remember I was so crazy about this person,” or “I remember what that day felt like.”

Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent.

There’s no freedom like the freedom that comes from accepting yourself.

There’s this quote that says “friendship isn’t how long you’ve known someone, but who walked into your life, said ‘I’m here for you’ and proved it.”

I’m excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.

Take me down to the river bend, take me down to the fighting end. Wash the poison from off my skin, and show me how to be whole again.

We all make decisions. But in the end, our decisions make us.

If you know that a thing is unrighteous, then use all dispatch in putting an end to it–why wait till next year?

I’ve been doing my job well for 17 years. People must see something in me. Otherwise, I’d be over and out.

Waiting for the end to come, Wishing I had strength to stand, This is not what I had planned, It’s out of my control.

One thing about God’s will, you can never see God’s will before it happens. You can only see at the end of it.

One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.

No one who possesses snow would find any hardship in exchanging it for jewels and pearls. This world is like snow exposed to sun, which continues to melt until it disappears altogether, while the next life is like a precious stone that never passes away.