black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.

Related Topics

Death Ending Imagination Possibility

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Bad Burn Down. Together Enough Failure Fire Flame God Love
If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Heart Myself Trust Understand Yourself
Don’t become the thing that hurt you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Become Hurt Thing Yourself
When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Bloom Death Growth Life Love Plant Yourself
Down to earth but she stayed an angel.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Angel Down Earth Herself
Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Face Favorite Learn Love Myself New
When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Dog Love Myself Nothing
A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Cycle Hurt Life Thing
My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Abandonment Intimacy Longing Myself Self Love
There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Bullet Come Love Permission Trick
When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Balloon Bird Fade Life Love Myself Thinking Yourself
Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Happiness Permission Yourself
If I never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Best Love Word Yourself
You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Better Few Lie Mark Skin Yourself
Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Blood Feel Light Picture Poem Price Worth
The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
QUINN ZUKOWSKI

Blood Hurt Joy Pay Spill

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes