“Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.”

Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.

what a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.

Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.

Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.

You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.

Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.

Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.

I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.

She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she burns.

And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.

You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.

You are not his princess; you are your own queen.

The monster London laugh at me.

Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.

I am held in the arms of butterflies like kids who have to find a monster in their nightmare before they can return back to a dreamy state of love.

We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

Every monster was a man first.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.

Man is not by nature a tyrant, but becomes a tyrant by power conferred on him.