“Calm and silence win the peace.”

When you let go of things that are not under your control. I hope the loneliness does not become so dense that the silence starts to speak.

Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same time.

He lives as if death will never come to him, but he dies as if he had never been born.

Meeting you was life-changing so was losing you.

Stop proving yourself to people who don’t believe in you. You are a human, not theorem.

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.

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.

Focus on impact, not approval. If you believe you can change the world, which I hope you do, do what you believe is right and expect resistance and expect attackers. Keep calm and carry on!

If I really want an unrushed life, I must underwhelm my schedule so God has room to overwhelm my soul.

Over thinkers – masters at turning calm into chaos.

And in between the calm and the chaos you are evolving.

There are few circumstances which so strongly distinguish the philosopher, as the calmness with which he can reply to criticisms he may think undeservedly severe.

Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.

What is pertinent is the calmness of beauty, its sense of restraint. It is as though the land knows of its own beauty, its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it.