I don't believe in your version of love, I have my own

You are an artist, I am an artist, all the people around you and me are artists. Don't try to hide your scars, highlight them with the brush and you'll become an attractive piece of art

As soon as he closed the door of his room, The sadness came out of the walland asked"Where were you all the day

While you are laughing madly, There is someone crying inside you

No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me

I have good friends who listen to me for hours, the walls of my room

I am scared of this emptiness, pull me out of my body

Some people love me for being odd, and some want to kill me for the same reason

The silence is becoming more poisonous and I have no one to talk with, not even my own self

You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems

Knowledge without Truth is information without illumination and its all like icing without cake, can be sweet, but it ends up making you sick.

With the balcony doors completely open and folded up, his small room acquired an infinite vista. Somewhere on the horizon, water finally worked up the courage to embrace the sky.

Judas needed the money for a sick friend.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

The mere fact of an American being present could help save the lives of innocent people. That's why I believe in the importance of bearing witness, to become a voice for the voiceless.

Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared.

The thought that so many people get their news from social media really is scary.

I love this country because I didn't always have it. Freedom, food, water that is clean, Constitution - these are not things I take for granted.

Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even a real destination. It is the Wanderlust.