No matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it.

Love to be real, it must cost, it must hurt, it must empty us of self.

Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love.

Be humble, believe in yourself, and have the love of the world in your heart.

No one loves the real me inside. They're all in love with my fame, my stardom.