“As much as I gained from self-love, Being in love with who you are is more than enough to make you feel that you are alive.”

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

I don’t usually speak when I look at you, For beautiful creatures are best enjoyed in silence.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

And as you touched my hands with yours, it felt as if love came back and hungered my soul once more.

It was happy while it lasted, but now it pains as you are holding the knife and twisting it- clockwise.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

A sharp knife is more straightforward than a poisonous apple.

No matter what color, race, language you speak, or profession you practice, as women, Empowering yourselves must always come first.

We all have our own time to shine; Patiently wait for yours to come.

When everything seems obscure remember that there is a strong luster of rays within you; be your own sun.

A kinder sea is what I wish for you darling; for everybody has to sail their own tides no matter the weather.

Like a porcelain doll we tend to break; learn to cleave yourself together despite the risk.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.

I want to make people feel intensely alive. I’d rather have them against me than indifferent.

Isn’t it wonderful to be alive? You know, you can forget all about it. Then suddenly you remember, and think of all the things you can do. Here I am. I can walk around. I can talk. I can see things and remember things. I am alive. How wonderful!

I stay cool, and dig all jive, That’s the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

We have a planetary emergency. We have to find a way to create, in the generation of those alive today, a sense of generational mission.

It’s that engagement of learning that makes us feel alive.