A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.
There is a reason God limits man's days.
The length of your days does not belong to you.
Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come. ~pg 4
This is how you start to get respect, by offering something that you have.
You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.