“To all those who ever wished to hurt me, “ I am sorry that you broke when you hit me.””

Sometimes all you need is a little madness to speak your mind…

Honey, you are so sweet that I suspect you want to poison me.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.

I am a makeup artist; I make up the world to look better to me.

I no longer wonder what you are doing now I just know you exist and I hope you haven’t unlearnt the way we used to vibrate towards each other without words.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”

We loved each other when trusting was a threat.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

How can we love the world if we can’t tolerate our own mistakes.

Its dangerous but you can’t surf on ripples.

The more you know her the more it scares yet it makes you wish you knew her more.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

They said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?

I have felt so much on my own I need a serious reason to let you in.

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

I lost my appetite for you.

The struggles I’m facing, the chances I’m taking.Sometimes they knock me down, but, no, I’m not breaking.I may not know it, but these are the momentsI am going to remember most, just got to keep going.

All men die. You may say: ‘Is that encouraging?’ Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.

The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Beauty is the enemy . We try to conquer not feeling beautiful all our lives. It’s a battle that can’t be won. There’s no definition of beauty. The only way to achieve beauty is to feel it from inside without breaking down into individual physical attributes.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

It’s a fairytale so tragic there’s no prince to break the spell. I don’t believe in magic, but for you I will.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.