Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.

Often there's a secret courage hidden in the pocket of our deepest fears saying, “Bring it on, motherfucker”.

Hating yourself is like hating the sun. No matter how much you complain of it agitating your eyes, its brilliance shines on.

If you can dance like raindrops, there will always be sunshine.

When good things are on the horizon you keep walking towards the sun.

The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.