“It’s late and I’m tired, but still I wait on your call. Your voice is the medication for the frustration with the distance.”

I am on a self-love journey; still learning how to love myself. I carry wounds that I have not yet healed from; some days they seem to disappear and other days they bleed heavily.

They say, “follow your heart,” but sometimes the heart can be unreliable when it tangles in the blindness of love.

Heartbreak is a brutal teacher.

I understand that you stay for all the things he has done right but sometimes the wrongs outweigh the rights.

My tears built the ocean that you brutally threw me in. When you left me to drown, I grew the strength to float. Bravely learned how to swim, and saved myself at shore.

I believe in the woman I am striving to become.

Don’t be afraid to rebrand yourself.

I have never met a strong woman who has never been broken. She had to learn how to pick herself her and carry on. She had to learn how to depend on herself for happiness.

I am not afraid to allow myself to fall, rise, grow and learn.

Your mind is your lead, inject it with positivity. Your feet are your foundation walk with purpose. And your heart is your stamp, make it beautiful.

Fathers should endeavor to prove that good men still exist by teaching their daughters how a woman should be treated through leading by example.

You strengthen your confidence through trial and error. Your mistakes will shape you into a stronger version of yourself.

If you approach the mountain in fear, it will look bigger than it actually is.

I lost my appetite for you.

This strength you have built will take you places. Be proud of the warrior you have become.

Don’t be fooled by someone’s promises, when their actions often contradict their words.

Curiosity might be pictured as being made up of chains of small questions extending outwards, sometimes over huge distances, from a central hub composed of a few blunt, large questions.

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

When we were at the Apollo, Holiday was a block away. I asked her for her autograph.

When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances…Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night.

The distance between who I am, and who I want to be is measure only, by my actions.

Freedom is a state of complete and absolute insecurity and not knowing. So, in seeking security and safety, you actually distance yourself from the freedom you want.

Human beings have a drive for security and safety, which is often what fuels the spiritual search. This very drive for security and safety is what causes so much misery and confusion.