People can only be as good as they are, no matter how much they love you.
We all suffer, and we all triumph, and we all get to choose how we hold both.
When I hear about people who’ve had the same friends since kindergarten, I can’t imagine what that must be like.
Taking responsibility for your own reaction is the gateway to freedom.
When one person is enslaved, we’re all enslaved.
The thing is most people are afraid to step out, to take a chance beyond their established identity.
There’s this idea that if you take your clothes off, somehow you must have loose morals.
Not caring more about what other people think than what you think. That’s freedom.
Time is an amazing equalizer. I think if you stay true to yourself and keep moving forward, things come around.
Some of my lowest points were the most exciting opportunities to push through to be a better person.