“You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.”

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

You surf your own wave, even when the tide is high or low, be keen enough to know that you will be crashing onto your own shore.

Silence speaks too many judgments. Sometimes, it echoes more than a scream can crumble space up.

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.

If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?

You can’t let your failures define you. You have to let your failures teach you.

The restart was different but we achieved our goal.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Don’t judge me by my past. I don’t live there anymore.

Sometimes I’m so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

The goal is not to be better than the other man, but your previous self.

Smiling is the best way to face every problem, to crush every fear, to hide every pain.