“I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.”

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.

I would rather die than have my fans see me without a pair of heels on. And that’s show business.

You have to stop crying, and you have to go kick some ass.

Well, that’s your opinion, isn’t it? And I’m not about to waste my time trying to change it.

If you dont have any shadows you’re not in the light

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.

How can I protect something so perfect without evil.

Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.

Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.

Prejudice is a disease. And when they come for you, or refuse your worth, I will be ready for their stones. I belong to you.

Our Savior kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, he reaches out in kindness and says, “I can clean that if you want.” And from the basin of his grace, he scoops a palm full of mercy and washes away our sin.

Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.

The ignorant one does not see his ignorance as he basks in its darkness; nor does the knowledgeable one see his own knowledge, for he basks in its light.

When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

Unless God’s Word illumine the way, the whole life of men is wrapped in darkness and mist, so that they cannot but miserably stray.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

Life is a hard battle anyway. If we laugh and sing a little as we fight the good fight of freedom, it makes it all go easier. I will not allow my life’s light to be determined by the darkness around me.