“No matter how often we draw the lines, we will cross them – my favorite type of art.”

The parts of me you are afraid of, are the parts that are ready to be loved by you.

The blessings feel different when there is love and peace in your heart.

I don’t want to live here, you frame memories I don’t want to remember, and gather your dust on memories I want hold on to.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

Conserving my energy for those who take their time, to find the light in me.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.

Treat her like a dream. Follow her, pursue her, and always remind her that you’ll never give up on her.

It’s okay to fear the things you can’t control, but let go of what you can no longer hold.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

Do not look for me if you haven’t found yourself first.

The only fire that was left in us, was the one I never lit up within myself.

My city that I will always carry with me like I carry my crown. I’m just a queen from the Boogie Down.

I build you from top to bottom, water each verse with a part of me and I watch you blossom into my true love.

You are enough, when it rains, when the sun rises and when the sunsets.

We must link Azamgarh to art and culture and not with terrorism and crime.

Fashion is everything. Art, music, furniture design, graphic design, hair, makeup, architecture, the way cars look – all those things go together to make a moment in time, and that’s what excites me.

I have no purpose. I’m just light and art and love.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

Sunsets, my love, are just abstract paintings of your eyes.

A lot of country music is sad. I think most art comes out of poverty and hard times. It applies to music. Three chords and the truth – that’s what a country song is. There is a lot of heartache in the world.

Life teaches you the art of letting go in every event. When you have learnt to let go, you will be joyful and as you start being joyful, more will be given to you.

I think most art comes out of poverty and hard times.