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

I have feared change for so long, but the horizon changes all the time and there is still so much beauty under different skies.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

Sometimes i get lost in the forest while the rest of the world sleeps. But i don’t mind. You give me something to come back to.

Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.

We were a storm that couldn’t decide where to let the rain fall. I never wanted to let go and you didn’t know how to stop.

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.

Lips so gorgeous they could make fuck off sound like a love letter.

I like to make something beautiful when I run … it’s style. It’s doing something better than anyone else. It’s being creative.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I want to make beautiful clothes for women and men who appreciate detail and quality. The product must be the best but this is almost secondary to the service the customer will receive.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

The world’s biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.