All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?
Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
What is nothing to you, can be love to me
I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?