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

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

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

Being vulnerable is an act of courage it requires you to strip down naked with your heart on display.

We heal by following the example of the healed.

Loving yourself is honoring your boundaries and not tolerating disrespect.

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

Self love is not something you feel, but rather something you do each day.

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

It’s okay to feel self doubt from time to time you chose to go beyond what you’ve known.

Loving yourself is having the courage to leave situations and people that are not serving your growth.

Art can exist without explanation, so why must we understand the complexities of life to fully live it.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

The way you love may look different than the way others love you, it doesn’t mean it’s less.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

Fear will teach you what you care about the most.

I will not serve Allah like a laborer, in expectation of my wages.

Your own expectations will be the end of you.

People will listen to a song and expect that you just have that persona on all the time. But really, that was your one outlet that one day to get that emotion out. The only difference was you put it on a canvas that’s going to be there forever.

Expect the best, Prepare for the worst.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?

You are, Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence.

We are all imperfect. We can not expect perfect government.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.