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

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

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.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

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.

I always tell young people to hold on to their dreams. And sometimes you have to stand up for what you think is right even if you have to stand alone.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people’s emotions, their insecurities, people’s distress, and their hopes and dreams.

You know what they say, dress your best when you go to bed because you don’t know who you’ll see in your dreams.

It’s like a kind of Barbie American dream. I have that childlike quality so a lot of little girls especially [like me]. I’ve always been a kid at heart. I think I always will be.

I dreamt of being like Ronaldo and Ronaldinho Gaucho.

My dream jobs would be Italian ‘Vogue’ and anything with Chanel!

Big dreams turn into big things.

I did not have to dream I made it a reality.