“It’s possible to climb to the top without stomping on other people.”

You’ve got every right to a beautiful life.

When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted.

We have to live bravely in order to truly feel alive, and that means not being ruled by our greatest fears.

Love always ends differently and it always begins differently – especially with me.

I can’t deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you.

There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.

I never want to change so much that people can’t recognize me.

I’ve wanted one thing for me whole life and I’m not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.

In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.

You can stay the same person you’ve always been even if everything around you changes.

I haven’t had that one great love, which is good. I don’t want that to be in the past – I want it to be in the future.

If you’re lucky enough to be different, never change.

People haven’t always been there for me but music always has.

Delicate is a song that was written about such a vulnerable time in my life

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairy tale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life saying the right thing at the right time is beyond crucial.

Before my mother was a King, she climbed trees and wrestled with boys. And won. Even as a child, Coretta Scott demonstrated that her gender would not deter her success, nor did it detract from her strength.

When you reach the top, that’s when the climb begins.

As I leave my competition respirator style, climb the ladder to success escalator style.

Hasty climbers have sudden falls.

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.

I don’t measure a man’s success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

You cannot push anyone up a ladder unless he is willing to climb a little.