Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.
Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, and by her busy ways, reform thy own.
You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.
But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.
There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.
If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.