“Only god can bring dry bones back to life.”

Love is the music of life.

Let everything go, let gratitude take you to new heights.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I am the messenger of my ancestors.

You made me believe I had to be perfect to be loved.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Love is the strongest force in the world – the reason god created everything.

If I was left with even less, but had him, then I’d still have everything.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

My weakness was loving you before loving myself.

Conditional love is not love.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Dancers have more bones than most people and on the days when you work hard you are sure that you have somehow accumulated more bones than you started with.

He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

There is a skeleton in every house.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.