“There is no better way to convey your love than by showing up for the people who matter to you.”

When the relationship you’re in becomes unhealthy for you, don’t look the other way. Always accept the truth in your eyes, even when it’s not in your favor.

Time passes quickly when you’re talking to someone whose soul is similar to your own.

Know when it’s time to leave. Know when your love is better saved than wasted.

Sometimes, we conquer our days. Other times, we are brave just for making it through.

Don’t ever let them convince you that the red flags you see in them are not real.

It’s never too late to teach your heart that you deserve better.

Some people make it easier to be yourself around them.

It’s really simple – don’t make promises if you can’t stay long enough to go through them.

Love is meant to inspire you, and add positive energy to your soul. It is not meant to make you feel drained and powerless.

Be mindful of the people you give your time.

You are brave for giving love a second chance even after it caused you so much pain the first time.

Stop making yourself miserable over someone who has proved, time and again, that they don’t deserve your love.

The meaning of love is different for every person. Make sure you form relationships with only those people who understand love the way you do.

Love is simple. So if someone’s making it complicated for you, leave them.

Do your part and show up for the people who have always been there for you.

Silence in a relationship can be light or heavy. When it’s light, it’s because you’ve got nothing left unsaid. When it’s heavy it’s because there’s so much you’re keeping hidden away.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.

Love yourself, appreciate yourself, see the good in you and respect yourself.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

When I first did theatre, I was always doing comedies; it was always my first love. But it wasn’t what I was picked for at first, for films and TV.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.