“Losing you meant meeting myself again.”

I’ll plant roses in my bones as a reminder to continue watering myself.

The act of entering someone’s heart should never lock you outside of your own.

Love used to taste like you- but liberation tastes sweeter. Because it tastes like me.

There’s power in choosing to be loved.

Oh how the universe wants me to learn, Unlearn, You.

There is nothing more divine than the way you root into your soul and grow far beyond what tries to contain you.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Stop asking the person who hurt you to give you permission to move on.

If you stop seeing so hard maybe you’ll see yourself clearly.

Never let your love for them make you lose yourself.

Go as hard for yourself as you do for other people.

The dreams and desires you have are seeds the universe plants in hopes you’ll latch on and expand.

Let your heart mend the wounds that your mind doesn’t have the strength to heal.

Poisoned food will look like nourishment to someone who is starving. The same principle applies to abusive relationships.

Stop letting people who don’t know themselves tell you who you are.

You are the freedom you seek.

You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.

She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it.

Brokenness is a beginning.

Broken before catching – a break.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.