In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.
Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.
Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.
Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.
Old friends are memories personified.
Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It's like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.