A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.