“I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.”

You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.

People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.

I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

I feel fine and comfortable with myself, but not because I’m beautiful.

See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.

The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.

It’s the actors who are prepared to make fools of themselves who are usually the ones who come to mean something to the audience.

I know many beautiful people and their lives are just so terrible. They feel so uncomfortable with themselves. Being comfortable is not about what you look like, but how you feel.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me…I don’t know which makes me feel worse.

I feel like a little beast when I’m onstage, and I feel like my fans have that little beast inside of them, too: this hunger for life.

There are days I’m feeling lazy, and my mom will remind me, ‘Beyonce also only has 24 hours during the day.’ That always keeps me going.