“I am an arrow – Put me in your bow and let fly. Let this story go by in the blink of an eye.”

You are the dream I never want to wake up from.

A few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.

I push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.

After you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.

The lantern of my dreams, the more it burns, the brighter it seems.

How many tears and how much pain. Before I stand up tall and rise again?

When you are on your way to find yourself, Remember that getting lost is a part of the process.

Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.

Don’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.

I have always wished someone to look right through all my struggles without me having to utter a word.

Leave me alone in the rain. Let me feel the pain.

The brighter the light, The darker the shadows. The more the lights, The more the number of shadows.

INAUDIBLE. How am I supposed to clean up this mess? Put the pieces back together and make sure it feels alright in my chest. Then wear a smile and walk ahead.

It sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.

I wish I had a time-turner so that I could spend a little more time with you. You left too soon, you left too fast.

Is it too late to bring those forevers back to life?

Take the armor off, so the arrow of the Truth can penetrate you.

It is with a word as with an arrow–once let it loose and it does not return.

If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I’d store up no virtue For Heaven’s distant plain, I’d live at ease as I did please And sin once again.

Brokenness is the bow from which God launches the arrow of healing.

A heart without love is a bow without an arrow.

Follow your arrow, Wherever it points.

I would rather shoot my arrows than keep them in my bow, I would rather risk it all than risk nothing at all.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.