“The heart never forgets what makes it happy. Happiness helps the wounds heal into scars.”

Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful and magical person that you are.

Don’t let others box you into their idea of what they think you should be.

Don’t fall on their level. Be better.

Fight hard the battle of life and take the challenges with courage, determination, and perseverance.

Our perception is the lens we see the world through.

No one stays forever. Just learn to be happy alone.

The idea of feeling great at all times is purely fictional for a simple reason: we get bored of the same things, same feelings, same environments pretty quickly. If everything was always nice and great, you’d get depressed.

Be with the people who have good intentions.

We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections.

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance.

Life is just another beast you were meant to tame, and there is no one better for the job, other than you.

Never outsource your happiness to someone else. Derive it from within by enjoying your own company.

Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m Not hurt.

If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create.

If everything is perfect, you would never learn and you would never grow. Life is not so much what you accomplish as what you overcome.

Don’t let your past keep you away from your greatness today. Regret only lives in the mind. Release it all because you are renewed every second.

I want to do something splendid, Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead I think I shall write books.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

I made up so many worlds in my head I forgot which One I lived in.

Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.