“Its neither politics or religion. Music is the universal love language.”

I will not allow myself to lose the child in me.

What a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.

We forget that our parents were children, too. Let’s get to know them as little ones. Perhaps we’ll find the answer why they behave now the way they do.

I am a moth madly captivated by the fire in you.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?

Why bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.

Your tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.

Don’t go out dating others just because you feel empty or because you want to feel alive. You do it for the right reason.

The deeper the pain that you have gone through, the more compassion you are capable of feeling.

But dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.

Poetry is dangerous.

The bigger your dreams, the taller the mountains, the more tempestuous the waters you have to cross.

You cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.

Let those lovers come to you healed. They are not your project to fix.

Nature is written in mathematical language.

We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

f you aspire to be a leader of your own country, you must speak your own language, for God’s sake.

Music is the universal language no matter the country we are born in or the color of our skin. Bring us all together.

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

A language, like a species, when extinct, never – reappears.

If names be not correct, language is not in accordance with the truth of things.