“When I saw you, when I saw you I could not breathe, I fell so deep. When I saw you, when I saw you I’d never be, I’d never be the same.”

I definitely feel more complete than before. There’s a void you have when you don’t feel you’ve found the other part of who you are, so I’m in a different place now and that’s nice to experience.

Lord knows dreams are hard to follow, but don’t let anyone tear them away.

If you believe within your soul, just hold on tight and don’t let go! You can make it, make it happen.

Basically, I started singing when I started talking. Music has just been my saving grace my whole life.

I’m not vain, I’m insecure.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.

Something in your eyes captured my soul, and every night I see you in my dreams. You’re all I know. I can’t let go.

I’ve seen the real extreme diva behaviour and I don’t think that’s who I am.

There’s a hero, If you look inside your heart.

I still get nervous sometimes before performing.

Cause there’s a light in me that shines brightly. They can try, but they can’t take that away from me.

You look at me and see the girl,who lives inside the golden world,but don’t believe, that’s all there is to see,you’ll never know the real me.

I still listen to older music a lot more than new singers. I listen to whatever’s on the radio, but when I want to listen to something that moves me I put on a Stevie Wonder record.

It’s hard to be someone that people talk about and write about, you know? They don’t know me.

We have to go through certain things in order to appreciate life and learn lessons.

It’s in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I’m clearly dramatic.

Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.

I am mystic bones and a curious heart. Pain and joy and stardust skin. A sacred soul container. Time and space and matter and illusion. Expansion and contraction. A breathing universe.

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

When you’re feeling exhausted and completely out of breath, turn and fall into his arms and you will find your rest.

How mundane it is for us to realize that we are all breathing under the same sky.

CO2 is the exhaling breath of our civilization, literally… Changing that pattern requires a scope, a scale, a speed of change that is beyond what we have done in the past.

Prayer shouldn’t be casual or sporadic, dictated only by the needs of the moment. Prayer should be as much a part of our lives as breathing.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.