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

When you master the art of being alone, darling you are indestructible.

Give yourself permission to be human. Human beings do not always feel high.

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

Keep your heart open. That someone is going to find you.

Read me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.

There is magic to be found on the road less traveled.

And then when you are ready, take off your armor and show me your scars.

I am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.

Thank you for still being there for yourself. For being strong. For being resilient. Keep going.

When the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.

How would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.

I am powerless in silencing the deafening thunder in my heart.

Someone once told me, wherever you are, whatever you do, always keep on upgrading yourself.

Your faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.

Go where you are celebrated, somewhere where the sun you carry in you will be seen and fully embraced by those who recognize it.

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

Laughter appears to stand in need of an echo, Listen to it carefully: it is not an articulate, clear, well-defined sound; it is something which would fain be prolonged by reverberating from one to another.

I like being a pin-up girl. There’s nothing wrong with it.

I hate anything that seems like something that has been done.

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.

Thought cannot conceive of anything that may not be brought to expression. He who first uttered it may be only the suggester, but the doer will appear.

If I looked like Zayn, I would date myself.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

I love having my hoop earrings. Just regular gold hoops.