Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

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.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

You have to have short fingernails or they'd just break off, and you can't wear red polish - it looks like your fingers are bleeding.

We can choose to allow our experiences to hold us back, and to not allow us to become great or achieve greatness in this life. Or we can allow our experiences to push us forward, to make us grateful for every day we have and to be all the more thankful for those who are around us.

It's because I'm only interested in the big things that I'm not interested in politics.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.