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

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.

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.

Full of life I can steal grant a death wish.

In truth,there was only one christian and he died on the cross.

To my real fans I love you to death.

Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time. It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness, and even death.

Death is the only water to wash away this dirt.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.