Feelings are murky, contrived and confusing. And the worst thing about them is no matter how hard you try, you can never sort them. They tangle more and more with thinking.

To soar, we must leave anything that weighs us down...

People would say - to break free, to soar, and sadly, to chop your wings too. The moment you listen to them, you voluntarily put yourself in a cage. Be a free soul - fly or fall on your own terms.

In the bigger scheme of things, we are two pawns... waiting for life to make its move.#Fatalist

Art lovers ought to be crazy.That's how they see the fun side of everything.

They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

No, I don't have a heart of gold. It's normal - the one that gets hurt by rude words and broken promises.

Without sense of direction, efforts land nowhere.

Nothing is unbelievable, just expand your vision.

Trust is like sand, one lie and it slips away.

If a relationship comes with conditions apply, it's not worth having.

Your net worth determines how valuable you are in the sight of men

Pessimism blunts the tools you need to succeed.

What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!

In light of 50 years of bondage of Eastern Europe, [invading the Soviet Union in 1948 to prevent it from acquiring nuclear weapons] was probably a reasonable thing to do.

We cannot abandon this rabbit hole for fear of a traumatic encounter with our own culture.

Criticism is not construction, it is observation.

Being active and good health is the most important beauty regime because that will affect you for the rest of your life.

It's a purging of sorts. Like, when you're all done doing your laundry and it's fresh and bright, but washing the clothes, you wouldn't want to get in while it's spinning around.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.

The artist and the fundamentalist both confront the same issue, the mystery of their existence as individuals.