No one can hand you anything as a dancer. You have to earn it.

I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.

I'm no expert standing at a podium giving speeches. I share heartbeats. Compassion.

I don't think people have seen yet what I can really do. Only appetizers!

I get enough sleep. I take very good care of myself. Growing up as a dancer, you know your body so well, you know what to do to overcome something.

No one goes unscathed, we all go through things. We just can't let people's nasty words become our beliefs about ourselves, you know?

We're not excusing the ones who are mean, but I want girls to understand the psychology. It's not in everyone. But the bully needs to put this pain somewhere.

I had to make some drastic choices to avoid losing myself.

I will never forget experiencing Venice for the first time. It feels like you are transported to another time - the art, music, food and pure romance in the air is like no other place.

You have to be a little crazy to be a dancer.

Girls are so often pitted against each other as enemies or adversaries. We even see it in 'Us' magazine: Who wore it better?

It is awareness of both our shared pain and our longing for happiness that links us to other people and helps us to turn toward them with compassion.

You know very well what the right choice is, yet you keep making the wrong one.

A common vision can unite people of very different temperaments.

Suffering is better than sinning. There is more evil in a drop of sin than in an ocean of affliction. Better, burn for Christ, than turn from Christ.

Confound you handsome young fellows! You think of having it all your own way in the world. You don't understand women. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.

At times your unconsciousness is truer than your conscious mind

Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?

I get uncomfortable in large groups of people and loud music.

In every Revolution a dictator is needed to save the state by force, or censors to save it by virtue.

From the moment we wake up each morning to the time we hit the pillow at night, we hear what people have to say, but are we really listening?