“I learned the hard way that not everything in life was meant to be beautiful.”

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

I would rather have peaceful isolation than divided freedom. Read that again.

These times are wild but so are we.

I never loved you because you had it all together. I loved you because you were falling apart and still saw fit to let me into your world.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

I wasn’t running away from you. I was running towards myself.

An empath does not sleep. She listens to the wind and wonders if its crying.

Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.

If you only stand for something until it gets uncomfortable, then you never really stood at all.

You are the only song I know all the words to.

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

Sometimes, a defeat can be more beautiful and satisfying than certain victories. The English have a point in insisting that it matters not who won or lost, but how you played the game.

My smile is my favorite part of my body. I think a smile can make your whole body. I want women to know that it’s ok. That you can be whatever size you are and be beautiful inside and out.

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

I hope that my work will encourage self expression in others and stimulate the search for beauty and creative excitement in the great world around us.

I believe in beauty. I believe in stones and water, air and soil, people and their future and their fate.

The crowds are very important for tennis. It makes you play better, but it can also make you nervous and that’s the beauty of it.

It is all very beautiful and magical here – a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake into you.