“Death is a life with no pain.”

Silence is loud, more than the storm.

The earth doesn’t need to go to meet the sky. True love is the one that doesn’t get a destination.

He found peace in his own storms, but when he loves, he still has the thunder in his eyes, a hurricane in his mind.

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.

False hope feels like home.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

There is nothing capable of doing, what your name does to me.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.

Time doesn’t heal all the wounds: it buries them.

When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.

No matter how hard you try, some parts of your soul never stop aching.

I have tried so hard, to even bleed you out of me, and yet somehow you stand still.

If you are not the hero of your story, you need to change it.

Reality breaks hearts, but life is beautiful.

In my experience, depth of work consists of two components. The first is recklessness; the second is discipline.

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

I don’t know if rock is dying. I wouldn’t want to say that, but the world does change. Nothing stays the same.

If, one day, I should offend God in any way, or grow remiss, though ever so little, in that which concerns His holy service and glory, I solemnly implore Him, rather let me die.

You know, you don’t need to grow old to die. I was dying at the age of 20 as a result of no direction and no purpose.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

After you die, you wear what you are.

I don’t want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I’m dead.