“You bloom one day, you do not on another. This is life and every flower doesn’t require the same amount of sunshine.”

I found the universe in you when people thought the sky is the limit.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.

It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.

Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.

You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.

There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.

All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.

Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.

Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.

The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.

You don’t need to wear a strong scent, to make me feel your presence. I can hear your heart calling my name from miles away.

I learned what my weaknesses were and I went out the next day to turn those weaknesses intro strengths.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

I’m from there. You know, when you grow up with these people and see them every day and then you look at the numbers… it was easy; it was a no-brainer. And when Sony took a look, it was a no-brainer to them, too.

Every free day, every weekend, I am in a recording session. I’m very lucky to have such supportive people around me.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.

A bad hair day for me is when it gets flat and greasy.

The everyday practice is simply to develop a complete acceptance and openness to all situations and emotions and to all people, experiencing everything totally without mental reservations and blockages, so that one never withdraws or centralizes into oneself.