“I think I’m just one question away from telling a stranger how heavy the weight I’ve been carrying.”

Never be the reason someone relates to a sad song.

I’m not sure if this makes sense but the most we’ve ever loved was in times we were hurt.

Never love someone just to replace the one you loved.

My mother told me; son, love her so much she understands how beautiful she is- with or without you.

Love hurts; love heals too.

Took me a while to realize that it’s only after breaking completely some parts of us completely fixes.

If distance kills a relationship; it wasn’t love to begin with.

You smell like my mother when she is happy.

Never let the same wound scar you twice.

I’ve seen more courageous daughters than stronger men.

You said you loved the chaos, so how was I any different?

Hold on to your thought that reminds you to hold onto yourself.

Normalize not giving second chances for mistakes that were inexcusable.

My sky is too blue for me to be scared of people painting it a little grey.

God hasn’t made anything yet you couldn’t conquer.

Laugh often, the universe always falls in love with a little bit of madness.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

One of the things a writer is for is to say the unsayable, speak the unspeakable and ask difficult questions.

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

I like to help women help themselves, as that is, in my opinion, the best way to settle the woman question. Whatever we can do and do well we have a right to, and I don’t think any one will deny us.

There are questions that you don’t ask because you’re afraid of the answers to them.

All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.

What are we doing here, that is the question.