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

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

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

You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.

Education is the future of a nation

You contain within yourself a unique combination of talents and abilities which, properly identified and applied, will enable you to achieve virtually any goal you can set for yourself.

The past is never the past. It is always present. And you better reckon with it in your life and in your daily experience, or it will get you. It will get you really bad.

I know it is never a good idea to not be comfortable.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

Moses made mistakes, Abraham made mistakes, David made mistakes, Elijah made mistakes.

People who overly take care of their health are like misers. They hoard up a treasure which they never enjoy.

Trouble is said to be good for an artist's soul but almost never is.

Theres something so grabbing about people who will do anything for one another.