“Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.”

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.

Plant seeds of self love in the soil of your heart.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.

Be a firefly in the world of fake butterflies.

Oh darling, grab a bit of courage to turn your scars into art.

Sometimes, a spark of hope is enough to reform the light in your heart.

Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.

The last person I adored made me cry and then tenderly wiped the tears off my face. It was the only lesson that taught me; you can love someone and still do horrible, cruel things to them.

Life is a never-ending school, and the really important lessons all tend to teach man his proper relation to the environment where he must live.

I just want to bring as much natural as I can. I’m not saying that people who take acting lessons are false. They’re much better than I am, but it doesn’t work for me.

It is some compensation for great evils, that they enforce great lessons.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

I believe there is a lesson in everything that you do.