“Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.”

There are 50 new tabloids every year, and I’m in them, and I read them, and I do stupid things.

I have to speak for myself. As far as videos go – casting, the artwork, everything – I’m completely hands-on. You have to be if you want your points across.

I turned down Prince William’s invitation for me to sing at his birthday bash because he was spearing animals in Africa and bringing publicity to it, and I thought that was pretty disgusting!

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it’s not right?

I’m never the kind of person who’s sitting at home reading the charts and basing how I feel about myself or even my career on stats. I’ve always based it on, ‘Am I doing the best that I can do?’

Seems it’s my destiny for love to cause me misery.

Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect.

I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.

I’m not barbie, and i’m alright with that.

People are always like, Why did you and husband Carey Hart get back together? Well, we weren’t done. And now we have Willow, so we’ll never be done.

The only problems I’ve ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.

To experience the good you have to have seen the bad; plus it makes you appreciate blessings more. Tough times taught me to be a fighter.

I’ve always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

Carey’s had tough times as well, so between the two of us, it’s perfect.

When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

My definition of stupid is wasting your opportunity to be yourself because I think everybody has a uniqueness and everybody’s good at something.

Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.

When the feeling can’t be expressed any stronger, you just break down and tears cascade.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say – Do I see, what is me? Or did his eyes lead me astray?

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

The darkness in her heart, is tearing her apart.