It’s funny how life can change so much but still nothing changes at all. Or maybe it’s that life changes, but you as a person don’t or maybe we adjust, but don’t actually change.

It's hard to escape when your hobby is your job.

Sexiness isn't being young, hot and wearing a bikini. It's being powerful and feeling like you belong in your skin and it feels good.

You don’t have to feel safe to feel unafraid.

Seems like the more you grow, the more time you spend alone, before you know it you end up perfectly on your own.

You have to be uncomfortable in order to be successful, in some ways. Because if you stay in your comfort zone, you would never do the things that you need to do.

Try your hand at everything. Figure out what your space in the world is and take it. Then you can let other people in who will celebrate that about you, not try to turn you into something else.

To err is human, to forgive is interplanetary.

You never should feel like you've grown up because then you've stopped learning and you've stopped getting the best things out of life.

No matter who you are, big or small, female or man, brave or not brave, you can still be empowered and feel strong.

It’s not about trying to change the world, it’s about trying to not be changed by it

But one of the big lessons I have learned from my journey is you can't please everyone, so don't try.

Mindfulness promises a great number of desirable benefits, and is based on much more solid research than many competing ideas on how to change people.

Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.

I think I'm like a free spirit.

Quit everything until you find something that you just cannot quit.

Wherever you live is your temple, if you treat it like one.

It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.

Growing around great musicians, you just can't help it. I identified with it immediately. It was something that was so natural to me that when I started singing, it was almost like speaking.

If a chap can't compose an epic poem while he's weaving tapestry, he had better shut up, he'll never do any good at all.

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.