Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.

What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.