“I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we’re still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won’t fall.”

You deal. You survive. You grow up and you build a career. And you remember these big/little hardships. They make you human.

Even the hard times are part of your life story. If you acknowledge them and move past them, they eventually add up to the experience that makes you wise.

There’s no better feeling than making somebody smile.

There’s so much negativity in the world and what you only need to hear is all the love.

I understand… the pressure is definitely hard, but I think just keeping your head on your shoulders is easier than it looks. I think if you know who you are, then I think you’ll be fine for the rest of the way.

Beauty is the enemy . We try to conquer not feeling beautiful all our lives. It’s a battle that can’t be won. There’s no definition of beauty. The only way to achieve beauty is to feel it from inside without breaking down into individual physical attributes.

Nobody notices your sorrow, your pain, but everyone notices your mistakes.

GOD gave you this life because HE knew you could handle it.

I don’t think you can be too ashamed of anything as long as you were being yourself. I think why people feel, um, so entitled over me is that they’ve watched me grow up. But that’s a blessing and a curse.

You can’t live a positive life with a negative mind.

The best part of my carreer is getting to meet so many different people, because I learn so much from everyone.

Everyone is constantly transitioning.

All my friends are super normal.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

Maybe it’s your time to lift off and fly You won’t know if you never try.

You can’t stop people from talking about you, but you can stop giving them something to talk about.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Life might seem gray at times like this especially the way it has been so far, but there’s a color that never fades, a color that brings hope, the color of light.

Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.

Life is like a dream that comes and goes like the flower that blooms and then withers away with time.

Those who fall away have never been thoroughly imbued with the knowledge of Christ but only had a slight and passing taste of it.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

The game will fade one day. I realize that success is one thing; impact is another. I live to impact people.