“Many roads to take some to joy some to heart ache”

I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

My husband is not a jealous person in any way.

I kept on going and I overcame my fears and got over my insecurities.

Femininity for me means happiness and freedom, freedom of being who you are in whatever shape or size you come in.

You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don’t desire to look like that.

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

It doesn’t make any sense that’s why I trust it!

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

You know why I fear people’s judgment? Because I know they’re judging. I know they are.

As a woman, especially when you have children, one gets so good at soldiering on – almost too good.

You’re supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for Gods sake!

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn’t like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.

I wouldn’t be a part of anything that had acts of violence toward children. I don’t think I would do a horror film, either. That just doesn’t sit well on my soul.

Don’t worry. You didn’t break me. I was already broken when we met.

You ask what I’ve been doing all this time as if surviving wasn’t much of an effort.

When I stopped believing in love, the universe sent you to remind me that love, true love, does exist, even for me.

Is this a parting or are you hoping to meet again? Is this really goodbye, or are you still wanting to cross paths again?

I’ve loved you from the very first moment. But I still have to figure out how to love myself.

Do not let your emotions define your reality.

I was tired of begging people to stay when they wanted to leave.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?