I don't think anyone could really know her, just as the peak of her struggle blooms, she again appearered to have held it all together when the whole world; would have thought, she'd fall Apart.

A warrior still needs love and affection, the same way a tiger in the wild does. Just because we carry strength, doesn’t mean we are always strong.

If our path calls for turbulence and hardships, know you will never be untouched by miracles. Only warriors can handle war, everyone can garden.

They use to tell me dreams were just a vivid imagination, so I wrote them into my story and sold it by myself.

You'll spend a long portion of your life fighting off evil, if you are consumed by its toxins. One cannot win with the same tactics of the opponent, spend the time running toward your soul on an internal seek, an inner peace that accepts there is pain, there is tragedy, there is misfortune in this world but there is also power to turn these great adversities into the kind of light that ripples a postive effect amongst millions.

I will build queendoms out of wreckages, and navigate through the chaos with nothing but the certainty of my inner voice. I've often found when one chapter closes another will open, no matter how long the final pages seem.

Maybe building walls around our hearts will lock the monsters out, but won’t it also keep the kings away? Self sabotage is a dangerous path, our wounds don’t heal by catering to them and labelling them as our past.

I am not immortal, but my words are. I hope they touch hearts long and far For many centuries to come. For women to know they are emotional fucking beings and to be powerful in that, we are the game changers - our instinct speaks clearer then most voices. Trust it.

The human spirit holds strength beyond measure, the kind that will break down the walls of all the blocks that come our way.