“Everything is possible, except perfection. ”

Whenever she smiles, my pain lost its breath.

We all have time, priorities play a role.

Calm and silence win the peace.

First, wear your mask. Then destroy it. This is all of life.

Dried roses in the old novels make me believe in love stories.

Mask continues to ruin my life.

Loyalty feels like a dream.

Deleted the old messages, now she is no more special.

Happiness looks good on me, but the pain is so comfortable.

She wore a thousand masks, all to hide her own.

If they judge you by your past, put them there.

She is like moonlight. I never felt the darkness in her shadow.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

To her, the name of father was the name of god.

Now just with memories, I can live happily with you.

Don’t let someone turn your inner peace into pieces.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.

But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

As long as the heart beats, as long as body and soul keep together, I cannot admit that any creature endowed with a will has need to despair of life.

Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.