If music is food for the soul, lessons are food for knowledge what feeds the heart..... Love

My heart had been crush torn and crumble but I'm still here and I'm not broken I'm still fighting my way out

You can comfort me with your words and your gifts but it can not comfort me with the pain you gave

I rip out my wings I so I can't be free, I rip up my wounds so it doesn't heal, if I rip out my heart does this mean I can't feel

Family is not limited by blood or marriage. It's limited to love and bond to one another in one's heart

I can push them away, fight them, or ignore them but family is something you can never get rid of.

I can all have all the money in the world, hold all the power, or be worshiped like a god but all are meaningless without love.

When facing the world always remember stand tall back straight chin up and always put a smile on your face

Be careful what you say for you can never take back the poison you threw

If everything was perfect in your life won't it be a predictable one. Life is unpredictable chaotic and madness but that's what makes life interesting won't you agree?

Pride is a hard thing to let go but is it really worth your all

People don't resist change. They resist being changed.

How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you reach a paradoxical state-hating to love someone

To know how to say what others only know how to think is what makes men poets or sages and to dare to say what others only dare to think makes men martyrs or reformers or both.

I am sure everyone here has noticed a city where they felt at home, or a city that had “bad vibes.”

I had always broken the rules.

'All men are created equal', 'government by consent of the governed', 'give me liberty or give me death'. Well, those are not just clever words, or those are not just empty theories.

By the time something reaches the cover of Time magazine, it's old news anyway.

May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

I no longer run barefoot.