“His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.”

The on and off of being rude and polite causes havoc with the mind, soul and spirit, let’s be kind in a cruel world.

Degrading oneself would only kill the warrior within, it was time to hold the negativity accountable but in a loving manner.

She believed, there were always 3 sides to the coin, each with it’s own purpose and need.

Inner work is crucial, it helps to understand the difference between being on own and being lonely despite the crowd.

Loving takes strength, so let’s love ourselves first before showering the scent throughout the world.

One day the heart will realize how the words hurt her, that she silently stopped existing instead of feeling broken up.

Each breath brings in the sighs and hiccups, let go the obstruction while enveloping the magic.

The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.

Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.

When self love become her mantra, her breaths became standards which had nothing to do with attitute or arrogance.

Human beings burn in the hatred of self inflicted wounds, when they compare themselves with others.

She has learnt that women who breathe life into each other make wonders happen with their presence as miraclous auras.

The seed needs soil to grow, likewise the body needs the soul to exist and live to the fullest.

It is time to embrace the truer version instead of pursuing the better version.

The grit to pursue the scent of freedom while expanding in the belief of oneself is self love.

Being the imperfect but real you, takes courage and bravery, to accept the truth of who you are.

She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

It’s not preppies, cause I’m a preppie myself. I just don’t like homosexuals. If you ask me, they’re all homosexuals in the Pudding. Hey, I was glad when that Pudding homosexual got killed in Philadelphia.

I’m raising a daughter. I want to be able to say to her, “You can be anything you want. You can be the President of the United States.” I’d love that.

Rosa Parks was primed, she had the Civil Rights Movement behind her, she didn’t just decide to sit on the bus, it was strategic.

If you’re that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her? Humans are full of contradictions.

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her… He’s probably forgotten that I’m here, beside him

My sister is 4 years older than me and I’ve always looked up to her, she was the girl I always wanted to be.

One day the heart will realize how the words hurt her, that she silently stopped existing instead of feeling broken up.