“Like it doesn’t cater to the rich and abandon the poor.”

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple; sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me.

When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.

I always wanted to be a rock star. That was my childhood dream. That’s what I told everybody I was going to be when I grew up.

This lack of self-control I fear is never ending.

Success is nice, but it shouldn’t be the only reason why you’re a musician.

Even those who never frown eventually break down.

Who cares if one more light goes out?

No need to hear your voice or see your face to know that you are with me.

You’re constantly trying to prove yourself, even after you’ve made it.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have.

I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through. I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.

Memories consume, like opening the wound, I’m picking me apart again. You all assume, I’m safe here in my room, unless I try to start again.

I’m strong on the outside, not all the way through. I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.

Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed

I’ve never abandoned the novel.

Once you start a working on something, don’t be afraid of failure and don’t abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.

With the ambitious, the failure of one expedient is the suggestion of another; but with the irresolute, defeat usually occasions abandonment of purpose.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring… ‘How to Build a Boat.’

Race hate isn’t human nature; race hate is the abandonment of human nature.