There's something about kindred spirits, you meet them and for a moment this world no matter ugly, makes sense. They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation; just enough to remind you of who you are.

We must patiently endure the times.

The world needs courage and conscience that can penetrate into the darkest mysteries and secrets of the universe.

She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

A brave heart doesn't pump coward's blood.

Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry. Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that's how beauty is grown; through the darkest of our days we become the light.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

If you have the understanding to first notice the signs, continue with the courage to follow them.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us.Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... But I actually mean sad.