“She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.”

Never undermine your value and norms to support the ugly desires of the world.

The storms that I bore – manifested the mode of surviving the wild and unspeakable.

The shadows hidden with the eyes of pain – describe the stories of untold ache and unfulfilled peace.

Create a haven for the core of your universe but also for the ones that grow in your garden.

She is a sunflower that let go of the supposition of life while embracing and cultivating a purposeful life of light and warmth.

The unspeakable horrors behind each eyes that see you – either admire you or envy you – protect your sanity with prayers.

Let there be balance in every phase of life – unification instead of friction.

The energy that is being held in the soul – affects the environment and its inhabititants.

The heart is at such unease as it knows of the wrong path it has taken, let go of the negativity and hold firm the faith.

To create a life of ease, we as humans need to light up our inner core with healing.

Each day she works towards recharging her self towards the alignment of truth.

The desire that surpases the norm of the soul warns the mind of upcoming danger.

Her soul is the crystal that sees the soothing tones of pleasurable longing of mind.

She is a lioness with calming behavior of dignity.

She is a blessing that will be honored and missed by the void in the hearts and souls forever.

She holds a light within her which is a streak of beauty and abundance.

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.

Genius has to pass over madness and madness over genius.

I thank God for this joy and I thank you for that beautiful madness that you have in each game !

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision.

Mental toughness is a state of mind – you could call it character in action.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.

There is no element of genius without some form of madness.