I always play with words, now i'm out of words i don't know how to describe you because you're my Father.. But surely i can say i love you

hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand & the world's knows nothing

I'm not perfect, I'm beautifully imperfect

Behind every "Truth" there is always a "Lie", Behind every " Lie" there is always a "Reason", and behind every " Reason" there is always a "Person"....

Good part about life is everyone is broken...

Just going outside put me at risk of winding up dead or captured. If I let that daunt me, I'd never do anything.

When a mother elevates her communication, she naturally elevates the outcomes of her child's life since a mother's words become her child's universe of possibilities.

Nowhere on Earth was stupidity prized anymore.

Be wise like water and adapt, adjust, and appreciate whomever you are with and wherever you are.

A good thing in one's ignorance is that one doesn't know that s/hedoesn't know.

The point of life was to press on, to do the best you can, to make the world a better place.

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.

All tragedies are finished bya death, All comedies are ended bya marriage; The future states of both are left to faith.

In real life, I'm not super-posh but if that's the stereotype, I really don't care. It could be worse.