“You do not just wake up and become the butterfly -Growth is a process.”

I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut.

Other women’s bodies are not our battle grounds.

I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.

Let it go, let it leave, let it happen. Nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway.

I spent the entire night casting spells to bring you back.

Kiss me like I am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours.

If you tried and didn’t end up where you wanted to go that’s still progress.

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.

Isn’t it such a tragic thing, when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t?

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Nothing is safer than the sound of you reading aloud to me – the perfect date.

It is a part of the human experience to feel pain do not be afraid to open yourself to it.

I will no longer compare my path to others.

You might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all other loves irrelevant.

It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.

Men may make laws to hinder and fetter the ballot, but men cannot make laws that will bind or retard the growth of manhood.

I’ve come to trust not that events will always unfold exactly as I want, but that I will be fine either way. The challenges we face in life are always lessons that serve our soul’s growth.

It is never too late to start growing.

The first step toward spiritual growth is to become aware of your emotions.

Through every trial we grow. All suffering we experience has a meaning. Though it seems very cruel, it is like the fire that smelts the iron ore: the steel that emerges from that furnace is beautifully strong, useful for many purposes.

Be willing to stop punishing yourself for your mistakes. Love yourself for your willingness to learn and grow.

The older I grow, the more I am convinced that there is no education which one can get from books and costly apparatus that is equal to that which can be gotten from contact with great men and women.