And the writing is still : to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.

My Master... Say all you wish of me. It does not matter to me:Shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple minded. It does not concern me anymore. For whoever writes about her concerns. in the logic of Men is called a stupid woman. and didn't I tell you in the beginning that I am a stupid woman?

Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality.

Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.

Our shouting is louder than our actions, Our swords are taller than us, This is our tragedy. In short We wear the cape of civilisation But our souls live in the stone age

There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.

Don’t lose a woman that has seen your flaws and still love you.