“Quiet people are actually talkative around the mirror.”

Your memories walk wild in my mind. This is freedom.

Let go of the mistakes you once made. Forgive yourself for making them. Just like you forgive your friends when they make a mistake.

How can you take care of someone else when you can’t even take care of yourself?

Sometimes the best way to say something is to say nothing at all.

Your memories swirl around me like snowflakes dancing in the wind.

I want to shine like a sun, but I have no sunshine.

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

When I look in the mirror, demons look closer than they appear.

Behind every color that can be seen, there are unnoticeable shades.

Of all the places I visit, the past is still my favorite.

Time seems to be wasted more when someone seeks the truth in lies.

Broken vases may still carry beautiful flowers.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

The beauty of a deer cannot make a wild lion kind.

Tears are my weapon to hide my pain just like thunder hides the sound of rain.

Peace lives everywhere in your home and if you are homeless, it will be in the sea, hiding under the dark moon. Find it patiently.

People say time heals, but only love heals.

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

We can look for beauty in the mirror, but the mirror only reflects one aspect of who we are.

Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

We’re all looking for something, but all it really is, is love in some way or another.

Behind every face there is so much more.

It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

The basic test of freedom is perhaps less in what we are free to do than in what we are free not to do.