“I would rather fail to do what I love than hide behind the success of what feels safe.”

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.

Letting go is not easy, but being free is wonderful.

Sudden goodbyes are painful.

Simple, genuine goodness is the best capital to found the business of this life upon. It lasts when fame and money fail, and is the only riches we can take out of this world with us.

Most progress is most failure.

If you don’t make mistakes, you don’t make anything .

The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don’t give a damn.

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.