Your past is a place to learn from, not live in.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

Everyone you meet is fighting something you can't see.

The hardest battles happen in the mind.

Some doors close so you stop waiting at them.

Hope is a quiet kind of brave.

The heart remembers what the mind tries to forget.

Peace is expensive. Pay for it anyway.

Healing is quiet work.

Even the moon has phases.

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

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

Life is short, but the nights can feel long.

Not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry.

We become what we practise.

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