“Hang in there darling. The rain is necessary for the flower to fully grow.”

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

At times, listening to the heart rather than the mind gives birth to enchanting moments.

Darling, you are a warrior, for even though each day feels like a battle, you keep fighting and live on.

When we struggle to find hope, sometimes hope finds us in the most unexpected moments and serendipitous ways.

Repentance and forgiveness both require courage and strength.

Growth is not a competition.

At times, a smile houses more sorrow than tears do.

Do not despair. The storm shall pass and the sun shall rise once more.

Choose peace over temporary pleasure.

Never let anyone mask their misbehavior towards you as authenticity.

How pleasant would it have been if our sorrows drowned themselves in our pellucid oceans of saline tears, beauty knows no limits.

Every album has its sad songs and happy songs.

Rain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

Your act of kindness towards someone could be the highlight of their day.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

And just like a flower each of us will bloom in our own time.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Clarity and consistency over chocolates and flowers.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.

My heart is a wild flower.