Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.

‎When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we simultaneously point three fingers back at ourselves.

Don't simply knock and wait for the door to be opened. Go look for the keys. Some fit the lock better than others.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

The best art always comes unbidden.