“Beauty might bring happiness, but happiness always brings beauty.”

All these haters mad because I’m so established.

I always feel it’s important for me to show females that they can be in charge of their own situation.

I love to move around. I’m not a person who likes to stay in the same place all the time.

I think a child may be the only thing that could give me true happiness.

Now it’s me & my time, it’s just me in my prime.

Mind over matter, I don’t mind and you don’t matter.

May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic. My voice projected, my life reflected.

I am not a girl that can ever be defined. I am not fly, I am levitation. I represent an entire generation!

You wanna know what scares people? Success. When you don’t make moves and when you don’t climb up the ladder, everybody loves you because you’re not competition.

Stay in school. Don’t ever be lazy, don’t you ever complain about hard work. Work hard, it pays off.

People will love and support you when it’s beneficial.

I don’t mind being called a weirdo.

No tolerance for bullying.

Men are kids at heart. They want to be nourished and pet like a dog.

Call me cursed or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst you ain’t getting my best.

If you don’t have critics, you probably don’t have success either.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

Exalt your passion by directing and settling it upon an object the due con-templation of whose loveliness may cure perfectly all hurts received from mortal beauty.

I think true love – love, wine and beauty, they better with age.

Nature, like a loving mother, is ever trying to keep land and sea, mountain and valley, each in its place, to hush the angry winds and waves, balance the extremes of heat and cold, of rain and drought, that peace, harmony and beauty may reign supreme.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.

Beauty is not caused. It is.