“Indifference is not a vice, insensitivity is.”

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

You drain your energy in proving your worth to the world then wonder why you feel so empty.

But we are all fake people telling each other to be our real selves.

Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.

Every attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

Because sometimes the value lasts only as long as the distance does.

Forever is timeless, time changes everything, a forever battle against time.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

You surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

It is only to stress the fact that the difference between a clandestine literature and no literature equals the difference between one and zero.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

Either nature has made a great difference between man and man, or that the world is not yet anywhere near to being fully civilized.

I have sighed when obliged to confess that either Nature has made a great difference between man and man, or that the civilization which has hitherto taken place in the world has been very partial.

There is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

The love you put out into the world, makes a difference.

From the point of view of wealth, there is no difference between need, comfort, and pleasure.

One of the biggest misconceptions I’ve had growing up is the belief that I cannot make a difference.