The strongest roots grow in the dark.

The people who stay through your storms deserve your sunshine.

Some days are for surviving. That's enough.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.

I'm not who I was, and I'm not yet who I'll be.

Letting go is also a way of holding on to yourself.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

The older I get, the smaller my circle and the bigger my peace.

There's beauty in unfinished things.

Some memories are homes you can't move back into.

We become what we practise.

Not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

Not all who leave were meant to stay.

Peace is expensive. Pay for it anyway.

Sometimes you outgrow places you once prayed for.