“I don’t need the Prince Charming to have my own happy ending.”

There are a lot of things that are personally uncomfortable to show, especially me without makeup and completely bloated or crying. But I’ve realized that it’s time for me to show my audience that you don’t have to be perfect to achieve your dreams. Because nobody relates to being perfect.

If you have a dream you gotta go on a journey to fulfill that dream.

People talk about bullying, but you can be your own bully in some ways. You can be the person who is standing in the way of your success, and that was the case for me.

It’s no secret that I love miniature things, and my little Nugget is the perfect testament.

Be yourself & you can be anything.

We’re all about finding the diamonds in the rough.

I will love you unconditionally.

My fans are the best. I mean if there was a war, I think they’d definitely win just because they’d kill them with kindness.

My personality is up and down, sassy and cheeky.

I say what I think. I’m a real person, not some manufactured pop tart who’s afraid to step out of the hotel room. I am flawed. I swear I have the occasional cocktail, I pick my nose and I fart. I’m not running for any presidential campaign at the moment. I’m a sassy girl.

I went from zero to my own hero.

I like to go out there looking like a strong woman because I am strong. But I am also a woman who goes through all kinds of problems and highs and lows.

Throw your stick and stones, throw your bombs and your blows, but you’re not gonna break my soul.

Be yourself and you can be anything.

If you can believe in something great, then you can achieve something great.

A lot of the time people don’t even know what they want until they see something new.

In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

There’s never an end for the sea.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.