“Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.”

To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.

What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.

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

My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.

The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.

You are permitted to be cruel sometimes, and you are allowed to fall apart, and feel every emotion they tell you not to feel.

I am more powerful than I am damaged and I will rise from any abyss you drown me in.

And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.

Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.

So when they ask you what you weigh, you don’t need to look down at any scale. Instead, simply tell them the truth; tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.

Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.

If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?

It has taken me some time to learn that although karma exists, you can let your hatred go, not by destroying your own magic but by letting it grow.

The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.

It’s a lot easier to get in and out of a bath. Hot tubs are bad news for actors, man.

Having lots of money while not having inner peace is like dying of thirst while bathing in the ocean.

You don’t have to bathe every day to look clean. It’s just an illusion.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.

Of course motivation is not permanent. But then neither is bathing, but it is something you should do on a regular basis.

No politician should ever let himself be photographed in a bathing suit.

When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.