Don’t let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.
I sit before flowers, hoping they will train me in the art of opening up. I stand on mountain tops, believing that avalanches will teach me to let go. I know nothing, but I am here to learn.
The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.
If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror.
If you think for one second no one knows what you’ve been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone – that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.
I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.
I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.
Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.
If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.
We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity.
Don’t tell me you’re not beautiful. You’re the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.
Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act, that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.
I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.