“Love her hard, she will not break she’s been through so much and deserves nothing less.”

All too often it’s the very bravest of hearts, that break so easily.

There is beauty within that I’m learning to see.

The colors of my soul do not need anyone’s approval, above my own.

You may never appreciate how beautiful it is to love and be loved, until your hearts been broken.

You will forever be the beginning of every poem I always wanted to write, but never knew how.

Hope always comes home, despite the weight it carries no matter how lost.

But you were not born to be a shadow my love, you were born to shine.

You were born a magnificent miracle, so stop accepting ordinary.

And she loved the shooting stars, that promised nothing but a fleeting smile.

How beautifully I burn for you, That you will never feel the cold again.

What a beautiful disaster we create, what a magnificent madness we crave.

I fear nothing with you beside me, you are the light in my fire.

How I love to watch the way you wear the sunrise, while you wake from your dreams.

I may soak up your sadness and sorrows but how I live for your joys.

The only thing you ever take is my breath, the rest I give willingly.

And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

My coaches have always been on my side, motivating me to try harder and harder every day, which is not easy.

It’s funny, our beauty standard has become harder and tougher because we live in a tough age. I don’t think anyone wants to walk down the street and feel vulnerable. You want to walk down the street and feel like you’re in control.

When you accept the fact that sometimes seasons are dry and times are hard and that God is in control of both, you will discover a sense of divine refuge, because the hope then is in God and not in yourself.

That’s the hardest part of this whole process. The best part is picking the players and the worst part is telling basically five players they are not going to play tonight.

You try to do a technical feature: in front of me I had a strong rider who brakes hard and it’s difficult to pass.

I never have a problem with the weight cut. My number one enemy is injuries because I train so hard.

Nobody wins ‘em all. If you come down on them too hard for losing, they’ll stop sticking their necks out.