Sometimes strength looks like rest.

Broken places heal stronger.

Not all wounds are visible, and not all healing is loud.

Some doors close so you stop waiting at them.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

People show you who they are when they have nothing to gain.

Sometimes you outgrow places you once prayed for.

Maturity is realising not everything needs a reaction.

Nobody talks about how much you grieve who you used to be.

Life doesn't get easier. You get softer and stronger at once.

Deep waters run quiet.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

Peace is expensive. Pay for it anyway.

We become what we practise.

Life is short, but the nights can feel long.