“My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself.”

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Beauty without expression is boring.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

When bored in quarantine make your mom take angsty polaroids of you.

Everything intelligent is so boring.

I used to enjoy the spotlight. If I had a day off from filming, I didn’t know what to do.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.