“Let your love consume you.”

A window in Paris opens to a world of imagination.

Don’t just expect people to respect you and sit back. Stand as you demand it.

If you choose to make everyone happy, you choose not to make yourself happy.

If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, don’t ever come to me with a reason to fix us.

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

I am so confident in that idea that if love gets a chance, it will transform the community and the world into a more prosperous place, because we are capable of love.

Above all things, reverence yourself.

Meditate so that you can feel immense silence, and love so that your life can become a song, a dance, a celebration.

It is not attention that the child is seeking, but love.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.

Love is cheering and sharing and compassion and giving and receiving. Love is an action thing more than a word thing, that brings comfort or joy or relief to anyone or anything.

I don’t know if the secret of life is to find love, but I do think one of the secrets of life is to embody love.

With a bat and ball in my hand. Do I need anything else? Love for the game can never end.