The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

People aren't born sad.We make them that way.

Fall in love with someonewho tastes like adventurebut looks likethe calm, beautiful morningafter a terrible storm

People aren´t born sad.We make them that way.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.

People do not become world's richest men by praying but by time conversion into products.

I read so I can enjoy my life and another.

Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

The sin which is indulged to the greatest extent, which separates us from God and produces so many spiritual disorders, and which are contagious, is selfishness.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Although it is still important to develop an HIV vaccine, we have significant tools already at our disposal that can make a major impact on the trajectory of this epidemic.

Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.

I've always thought if you watch the performance and you don't know about the person, then you only see the performance.

...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.