“It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.”

We men are wretched things.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

The journey is the thing.

The melancholy joys of evils pass’d, For he who much has suffer’d, much will know.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds, it makes ice.

I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The journey is its own reward.

Choose well.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind.

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

Sometimes, we’re just tired and set people free because we can’t fight anymore and we hope they might come back one day and stay for good.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

This fight hasn’t yet been won. So save your celebrations and congratulations and support women on the frontlines of society worldwide.

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

Hope is like that pale orange fight shimmering on the horizon in this early morning hours, And like the stars in the lonely night sky with no place to go when dusk falls.

To protect, restore and rewild the living world is probably the most effective solution we have at hand to fight both the climate- and ecological emergencies.

The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.