Sadness and beauty seem to live very close together.
The absurdity of life becomes clearer after loss.
The grief never leaves you, but you learn to carry it.
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence.
We’ve grown up in a culture where you’re told to suck it up, be tough, and keep moving. But true power comes when you are vulnerable enough to open your mouth and tell someone, ‘Hey, my head is a noisy place right now, and I need a hand.’
Emotions are celebrated and repressed, analysed and medicated, adored and ignored—but rarely, if ever, are they honoured.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Sadness and beauty seem to live very close together.
The absurdity of life becomes clearer after loss.
The grief never leaves you, but you learn to carry it.
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence.
We’ve grown up in a culture where you’re told to suck it up, be tough, and keep moving. But true power comes when you are vulnerable enough to open your mouth and tell someone, ‘Hey, my head is a noisy place right now, and I need a hand.’
Emotions are celebrated and repressed, analysed and medicated, adored and ignored—but rarely, if ever, are they honoured.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.