I believe in the rest of the story. I believe there's still ink in the pen.... and someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last.

I believe in the rest of the story. I believe there's still ink in the pen.... and someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last.

We [people] spend so much time feeling so small and less than and insignificant and diminished because we see ourselves through our own lens.

I'm a big believer in pushing yourself outside your comfort zone and stretching yourself artistically, but not at the expense of foolishness.

We are born with a lingering hunger We are born to be unsatisfied We are strangers who can't help but wander And dream about the other side.

Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected so we might know that Love would go that far?

Only when we're broken are we whole.