A real fighter never cries, never lets the weight of any blow bring him down. Except that final blow, the inevitable one, but even then they always go out like men.

I promise to love you forever in this life and wherever we go in the afterlife, because I know I can't go on in any life unless you're in it too.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?