“The darkness is only here to remind you how beautiful everything is when light comes back.”

Oh, how beautifully you will bloom again.

Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops i whisper the things i wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Some pain stays but we learn to carry it.

I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.

Please don’t be afraid when i tell you about this emptiness i carry. I am still so full of love.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.

When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad.

This most beautiful system of the sun, planets and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent and powerful being.

It was my teacher’s genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful.

Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.

That is all there is in life – beauty. You find that and you have found everything.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

Beauty perishes in life, but is immortal in art.