Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.

Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

Love … I put so much faith in it. Truth … I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith … it’s all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?

What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.

you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.