“Tomorrow looks better with you in it.”

Stand up a little taller, darling, and wipe those tears away. Let’s hope that tomorrow will treat you better than today.

You’re gone and I don’t know how you breathe without you I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

The dark is what makes the dawn breathtaking.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.

We are all fighting to be seen.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

It is easier to move on when you have someone else to fill the emptiness.

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

That’s why I’m so successful because peace is my main thing, it’s not about money. It’s about making sure everybody is having a good time and loving and living and enjoying life.

The moment you accept yourself, you become beautiful.

There’s so much negativity in the world and what you only need to hear is all the love.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

In a world of complete economic equality, you get and keep the affections you deserve. You can’t buy love with gifts or favors, you can’t hold love by raising an inadequate child, and you can’t be secure in love by serving as a good scrub woman or a good provider.

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

Everyone got to choose what they wanted to wear on stage, and by the third time going into wardrobe the stylists already knew what I’d love and what I would never throw on my body in a million years. They were fantastic, and it was so lovely working with them.