A little flower that blooms in May. A lovely sunset at the end of a day. Someone helping a stranger along the way. That's heaven to me. |
Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude. |
The lonely become either thoughtful or empty. |
Where there is no work, there is no dignity. |
I'm very obsessed with not being perfect. |
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art. |
Don't ever doubt yourselves or waste a second of your life. It's too short, and you're too special. |
I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection. |
It's always been in me. I just had to be confident enough to let it out. |
Do the work, so our children don't have to worry about breaking generational curses. |