“I thought about leaving because of our differences, but I loved the way you lived your life, and that was enough to make me fall in love.”

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

When I thought I lost everything, all I lost were old stories, the ones that didn’t belong within me anymore. Perhaps, it wasn’t that I lost anything, It’s that I was getting rid of what was no longer right for me.

Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.

One of the most incredible feelings is feeling at home through places, people, within yourself, and who you are.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Have you ever felt as you had everything all the love in the world when you were completely alone and only had yourself?

When you left, you set me free of pain. A pain I didn’t know I carried in me, until then.

I worked hard, day after day, evening upon evening, trying to impress others I’d forgotten I impressed myself.

You little star that shines so bright you make the whole sky look glorious from a million miles away.

Fear of loss when everything falls upon us and crushes a bit of our soul, deep in our veins where broken hopes live. How do I find my strength beneath endless layers of horrifying thoughts?

I hope you know, you are worth so much more, than they ever made you feel.

Every individual matters. Every individual has a role to play. Every individual makes a difference.

Mr. DeMille’s theory of sexual difference was that marriage is an artificial state for women. The want to be taken, ruled, raped. That was his theory.

Don’t confuse having a career with having a life.

It doesn’t make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who’s dead.

In many ways, history is marked as ‘before’ and ‘after’ Rosa Parks. She sat down in order that we all might stand up, and the walls of segregation came down.

Covert action should not be confused with missionary work.

You hear entertainers all the time, saying, ‘If I couldn’t get paid for this, I’d do it for free.’ When’s the last time you ever heard a business person say, ‘If I couldn’t get paid for being chairman of British Petroleum, I’d do it for free?’

Poor is a state of mind you never grow out of, but being broke is just a temporary condition.