“How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?”

Loving someone unconditionally is equivalent to unintentionally losing yourself in the game, and the damage you inflict on yourself goes unaffected by your lack of self-awareness and self-realization.

Don’t develop feelings and emotions of extreme sadness in which you become an unconscious responder to a situation that upsets your mindset and disables your emotional well-being.

My original appearance now is impure and that is why I try so hard to hide it from everyone harder than I work on keeping myself alive.

Living in the past stops you from moving forward, and living in the future stops you from living in the moment.

Ignoring the truth keeps you in the shadows.

We all have pain in life but we learn to live with it. When our pain leaves us and goes away, we feel empty. Pain is a pleasure.

No rose ever grew overnight, be patient.

You have to hurt before you heal: that’s how you know the recovery is real.

Letting go breeds freedom.

Our wings are built from the feathers of failure.

Make sure the burden you feel is the one you chose to keep.

At the heart of all men suffering lies the absence of safety, and from that absence, fear is born.

Loneliness breeds self-love.

He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.

Self love is a strength that only a few possess in this cruel world, don’t ever think of it as a weakness.

Silence is loud, more than the storm.

Jackson plays a broken guitar because he’s in love with it, and doesn’t want to fix it, I think. It’s so broken.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.

The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.

Your spirit is not broken your heart is and you will heal.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.

You take what you know, and you put it through your own prism. If I play characters that break down or cry, it’s Gary Oldman crying; it’s not the character crying.