Top Solange Quotes

Encourage don't belittle, embrace their individuality. And show them that no matter what they will always have value if they stay true to themselves.

I nodded. Where’s your hunter? She flinched. He went home. We thought it would be best. Her eyes went from worried to warning. He’s under Drake protection. So am I, or so I’ve been led to understand.O...

Love thy neighbor yes, but love thyself first.

I´m with you, but Lucy? He sounded dark and baleful. Lucy´s mine.

Life should be full of- Compassion, Peace, Companionship, Honor, Love, Honesty, Joy, Rapture, Euphoria, Friendship, Family, Spiritual Enrichment, Enlightenment, Trust, Truth, Loyalty, Passion, Cultura...

What do you do when the alienating silence deafens your 'bootless cries'?

Genius feels like an over extended Helium balloon about to burst, and everyone criticizes you for not having a conventional way of coping with it.

There is a distinct difference between Darkness and Satan. Darkness is silence, the void, Zen; nothingness. Satan was a pig-headed being who fought to get his way. Wake up! Don't let him have his way...

What's the matter with you? I hissed at her as we followed Kieran and Solange inside.'She's royalty!'And a vampire, remember?'Oh yeah,' Chloe paused. 'Nope, princess trumps vampire.

I was starting to hate my sixteenth birthday. A poufy white dress and a cake with roses made out of pink icing and awkward dancing with boys in awkward suits was starting to sound like a great alterna...

The World will always need "magic". Without it, Life is nothing but cheap tricks.

I am the eye that beholds... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky... For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.

I'm a little worried... Brave New World seems a bit more real everyday. . .

Everyone wants a piece of you. The trick is what piece to give.

Some say pain is the greatest motivator. . . I say it's love.

I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage.

We have the same symptoms as tuberculosis, especially in the eyes of the Romantic Poets. Pale, tired, coughing up blood.That’s romantic?I had to smile. Romantic with a capital ‘R.’ You know, like Byro...

My burden is my purpose. Without it, I wouldn't be.

Sometimes... Reason and Love are met with a violent ignorance that even what's right gets lost. Our heart bleeds, but when does the blood shed end and the healing begin?

Your eyes.What? What? I scrubbed at them violently, horrified at the thought they might have those gross goopy things at the edges. Or were they even more bloodshot? I’d heard of that happening, where...