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

Your ideas light up your future & your happiness brightens your mind. 

Happiness resides in you, it is not far away.

The possibilities of your brain are the main key to achieve success.

If you want the best out of your hard work, you need to take some rest in between that journey.

So pleasurable to live for yourself, not for others.

Stress cannot enter your body, mind, and soul without your permission.

When you start focusing on yourself, magic also starts focusing on you.

If you see it in your mind, you can have it in your real life.

A flower growing from seed to bud to bloom is always where it should be. Everything takes time.

Trust yourself. Your power lives in you, even when you feel it does not.

Sometimes the scariest thing is to meet yourself. And after accept your real self.

You cannot control everything in life, but You can control everything in your life.

You are your own responsibility. You belong to absolutely no one else.

Your body is a work of art & your life is magic.

Hate is a choice you make when you keep your ego on top of everything in your life.

It’s beautiful to find beauty in others but when it comes to you, you ending up finding only faults.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

I like to envision the whole world as a jigsaw puzzle. If you look at the whole picture, it is overwhelming and terrifying, but if you work on your little part of the jigsaw and know that people all over the world are working on their little bits, that’s what will give you hope.

At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

If you ever get the chance to treat them the way they treated you, I hope you choose to walk away and do better.

Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.

it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.

I just hope that one day – preferably when we’re both blind drunk – we can talk about it.