“How hard it must be to love someone so broken.”

You believe in magic and so do I, because I believe in you.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

You can’t be a part of the solution, if you refuse to acknowledge you are part of the problem.

Instead of asking yourself why you care so much, ask everyone else why they don’t.

You don’t need to reach the most people, you just need to reach the right people.

You don’t need to understand me to respect me.

Sometimes anger is the hardened hurt we never healed from.

Somedays you need to let go of the world and it’s expectations of you.

I started naming the reasons, until I realized; “I don’t want to” is the only one I need.

I am not a vessel – don’t tell me what to hold.

I wonder if the world I’m meant for just hasn’t been written yet.

I decided to make a choice. And there is beauty in that – decision.

They sold us the idea of happiness at the price of actual happiness.

Sometimes you have to let go of others so you can better hold on to yourself.

Remind yourself every day how worthy you are of your own love.

How can I be anywhere that I am, when I dream of being everywhere that I’m not?

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

People who say “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” never felt a broken heart.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.