“When you find the courage to love your own body, you give people who look like you the permission to do the same.”

I do not fear death, I fear a life unlived.

Just because the world requires you to be tough doesn’t mean you can’t be gentle with yourself.

It is not your job to fix people. I know your heart aches to see people you love in pain. But it is not your job to make their burden your own – that is not your path.

Self love is not only loving the parts of yourself you deem beautiful, but also the parts you’d rather hide away knowing they are all deserving.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

If you want people to love you for who you are, then you need to love them for who they are without expecting them to change.

The judgement that people cast on you for how you do or do not appear is nothing more than just a projection of their own wounds.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

And just like that she became soft with every exhale.

Feeling lost is a sign that you’re finally listening to yourself and no longer conforming to what is expected of you.

Letting go creates the space we need to welcome our wildest manifestations.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

Maybe this time isn’t about finding love but rather learning how to enjoy your own company instead.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

Asking for help is one of the bravest things you can do.

You were enough then and you are enough now. Your pain never defined you, and never will.

All science would be superfluous if the outward appearance and the essence of things directly coincided.

Of all the animosities which have existed among mankind, those which are caused by a difference of sentiments in religion appear to be the most inveterate and distressing, and ought most to be deprecated.

For outward show is a wonderful perverter of the reason.

A language, like a species, when extinct, never – reappears.

Appearances matter – and remember to smile.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.

We should look to the mind, and not to the outward appearance.