My heart had been crush torn and crumble but I'm still here and I'm not broken I'm still fighting my way out

You can comfort me with your words and your gifts but it can not comfort me with the pain you gave

I rip out my wings I so I can't be free, I rip up my wounds so it doesn't heal, if I rip out my heart does this mean I can't feel

Family is not limited by blood or marriage. It's limited to love and bond to one another in one's heart

I can push them away, fight them, or ignore them but family is something you can never get rid of.

I can all have all the money in the world, hold all the power, or be worshiped like a god but all are meaningless without love.

When facing the world always remember stand tall back straight chin up and always put a smile on your face

Be careful what you say for you can never take back the poison you threw

If music is food for the soul, lessons are food for knowledge what feeds the heart..... Love

If everything was perfect in your life won't it be a predictable one. Life is unpredictable chaotic and madness but that's what makes life interesting won't you agree?

Pride is a hard thing to let go but is it really worth your all

She didn't want me she wanted all of me. I didn't mind saying it. My girlfriend scared the crap out of me.

You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

Live to read, read to learn.

Character is formed out of those small decisions taken for granted

A beep on the nose is a sign of great affection.

O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.

I think it enriches you as a scientist to be able to see things in an artistic perspective and as an artist to see things in a scientific perspective.

A lot of, a big problems that people have nowadays is that they can't stand moments of no stimulation in their life so they're constantly lurking, looking for entertainment, video games.

It is a very great mistake to imagine that the object of loyalty is the authority and interest of one individual man, however dignified by the applause or enriched by the success of popular actions.

Like a kite Cut from the string, Lightly the soul of my youth Has taken flight.