“Everything was hard & she kept going-we grow in our valleys.”

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

You make the pain I make it art-the girl with the soft heart.

You can water a plant but it has to want to grow.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

His fear of exile led to mine -there was room for both of us in belonging.

He tried everything to silence her except for kindness and remorse -only love softens a voice.

Don’t buy their greatest lie – social media.

he made me raw & fragile & reminded me of all the things I had not healed

If you think you are the only one allowed to act in anger then no-one will ever be enough-my pain matters.

I am not here to fight with you I’m here to sit with you in love- Lets take the gloves off.

Root yourself in love.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

If I could tell him anything it would be that he was his strongest bravest & most powerful in his most vulnerable of moments -the healed will not hurt you.

I would have sat with you in the fire of any trauma how warm it must have felt to be met with a love like mine.

She stopped reading over the prologue she realized she had too many chapters left to write-moving on.

If you tried and didn’t end up where you wanted to go that’s still progress.

I know that fewer people are won over by the written word than by the spoken word and that every great movement on this earth owes its growth to great speakers and not to great writers.

There is peace in knowing love is always within her moving through her gracefully she doesn’t need anyone’s permission to create, to grow, to simply just be.

Everything I need lives inside of me. Growing each day setting myself free.

Darling, look how far you’ve come do you truly believe you are unable to rise from the ashes and grow new wings.

The larger Europe grows, the more diverse must be the forms of co-operation it requires.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

On the days that I drown deep in the rain, I must remember that it, too, will help me grow closer to the sun.