Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped

Life isn't life if you just float through it.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?