“Figure out what makes you laugh, and do more of it. Figure out what makes you cry, and do less of it.”

Mean girls go far in high school. Kind women go far in LIFE.

There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.

You can love them, forgive them, want good things for them, but still move on without them.

So you’re a little weird? Work it! A little different? OWN it! Better to be a nerd than one of the herd!

Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don’t hesitate. Fumigate.

You will evolve past certain people. Let yourself.

True strength is knowing that you don’t have to be strong every single second of the day.

The right one for you will move mountains to be with you – he won’t hide behind them.

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

We are not on this earth to just stand still & look pretty. The museums already have enough statues.

Hope for love, pray for love, wish for love, dream for love…but don’t put your life on hold waiting for love.

Even seasonal situations can bring with them lessons that last a lifetime. If the love doesn’t last, it prepares you for the one that will.

Maybe it’s NOT Maybelline. Maybe you were just born with it.

The way you treat people who are in no position to help you, further you, or benefit you reveals the true state of your heart.

Our friends have a way of reminding us of how fabulous we are when the rest of the world has forgotten.

A girl who truly knows herself is a girl that everybody else wants to know.

You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

When the world cries I cry. and when the world sings I still find myself crying.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?