“Bare your struggles very close to your heart and have them be a part of you that you’re proud of instead of something that you’re ashamed of.”

For all my love little monsters I am your mom you are my child in my hand i protect you like my eyes but don’t worry I’ll catch you if you fall.

Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

Close your eyes and imagine a world without color, then open them and look at the world around you.

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.

Live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

Fight and push harder for what you believe in, you’d be surprised, you are much stronger than you think.

People ask me why I wear veils. I reply, I am mourning. Mourning what? Well I figure something shitty must be going on somewhere.

Holdin’ on so tight to this status, it’s not real but I’ll try to grab it.

It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

Sometimes in life you don’t always feel like a winner, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a winner, you want to be like yourself. I want my fans to know it’s okay.

You’re love is nothing I can’t fight. Can’t sleep with a man who dims my shine.

I am the excuse to explore your identity. To be exactly who you are and to feel unafraid. To not judge yourself, to not hate yourself.

I believe it’s not about the product, it’s about the person–and how the product makes them feel.

Ignore all hatred and criticism. Live for what you create, and die protecting it.

You will never find what you are looking for in love, if you don’t love yourself.

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

When I listen to music my heart opens and the words spill out.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone’s heart.

You won’t heal your heart by rushing it.

Why having been endowed with the courageous heart of a lion, do we live as mice?