“This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.”

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.

The choice to be used as an instrument of love, right here, right now, is a choice for personal empowerment.

When I’m speaking on stage I feel my most empowered and my most vulnerable. So much could go wrong. That tension is such a rush.

Whenever you become empowered, you will be tested.

The loving personality seeks not to control, but to nurture, not to dominate, but to empower.

I’m not out burning bras, but I’m very opinionated about women owning their power.

I sound like such a tool, but becoming a mother has made me next-level confident. I’ve never felt more empowered.

Only let it be in the name of Jesus Christ, that I may suffer together with Him! I endure everything because He Himself, Who is perfect man, empowers me.

There are a lot of things that people say about Hillary Clinton. But nobody says that she doesn’t know how to throw a punch.