Solitude is like a sharpener. It makes you rotate against the blade edge shaving away your worn surfaces. Eventually, you come out sharp and dandy.

The memories we have for those who left are our ultimate consolation.

Squeeze your flaws with all your strength, make peace with yourself, and let every day find you a better person.

Don't fight against negative emotions-It’s exhausting. Try to embrace them instead.

I don’t see my father’s death as an absence, rather as a different existence.

I was haunted by a painful desire for you, like the thirst of a voyageur in the desert. My feelings burst. Regret panged within me.

Hurtful words are deep cuts in the heart. They may heal over time, but the scars never completely disappear.

Society, advertising, and magazines want women to believe that thinness and perfect skin are synonymous with beauty, that it’s impossible to be attractive without these unattainable standards. But this is clearly wrong; most men love curves, stretch marks, and even your cellulitis that you abhor. So, caress them with a smile because they are the very sign of your femininity.

Gravity holds the universe together. Beauty makes it float around.

Suppressed grief is like an ember. It radiates a burning glow in the chest. If disregarded, it could rekindle a fire.