“Don’t mistake your discovery for the absence of yourself.”

Your age is your badge of honor.

Love is like a ship that needs balance to help you reach your destination.

Caring for yourself is a journey, and it doesn’t start and end on the people’s judgment.

Don’t forget to credit yourself for what you’ve gone through, appreciate the strength you have to keep going, and keep going through every phase of life.

No one understands yourself like you, give yourself time, believe in your capabilities & love yourself like you love someone.

People who can be with you in your hard moments are the ones you need to keep forever.

Age is a measurement of time. Time is your most valuable resource, without it you have nothing.

Wherever you will put your focus, your energy will follow.

Hopefully, soon I will live in a place where it is always winter.

Things may not be perfect but remember being hard on yourself never make things easy.

Taking care of your body, mind, and soul is your responsibility.

If something is not working out, change the method, but don’t change your mind.

Just because you enjoy alone time does not mean you have to be alone.

Forgive yourself for the extra love you provide in exchange for no love.

Giving up your dreams is easy, but ask yourself is it really easy to live without dreams?

You feel happy when you stop beating yourself up for who you are and what you like.

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.

The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.

It’s not enough to be quiet. Quietness is the absence of noise. We need peace, the presence of justice and to be – and so people here can coexist and live together.

Don’t go where I can’t follow!

Power and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power’s disappearance.

The curious sterility of utopias comes from the absence within them of any scope for initiative, any room for plurality.

Man is a credulous animal, and must believe something; in the absence of good grounds for belief, he will be satisfied with bad ones.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.