To create the magic, you should first believe in it.

Those who were afraid of the dark and always refused to throw themselves inside it. Never got to see and feel how beautiful it is, to meet and greet one's own demons.

The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.

When fears are screaming in your ears, try to hear the whispers of your faith and run into that dark path. That is how you reach the paradise.

She asked him, to name the monster that he is most afraid of always and looked into his eyes in silence. 'I see him every time whenever I stare into your eyes.' he replied.

The day your heart fills only with fear and insecurities, everything you see becomes the ghost that you were always scared of.

May the fire in your soul, burn down all the fences and walls which this society is trying to build around you.

When the people whom we love the most leave us, we start learning to live with the shadows they have left inside us.

You cannot win a war outside until you have won the war that you are fighting inside you first.

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

They burnt down the whole palace and they laughed menacingly. The shadows of the dreams and memories they burnt alive walked all over the ruins, trying to hold on to the charred pieces of their body.

Love does not claim materialistic possession of any kind, it yields complete freedom.

It doesn’t matter who we are or where we’ve been, God sent His Son for us – that’s the beauty of the Gospel.

When you vote, you play Russian Roulette with a magazine fed pistol.

God requireth not a uniformity of religion.

If it doesn't matter in five years, it doesn't matter.

What will your children remember? Moments spent listening, talking, playing and sharing together may be the most important times of all.

Turtles don't feel, stupid," said Jem. "Were you ever a turtle, huh?

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

I'm going to be singing Dreams and Rhiannon when I'm 75 - and that's just fine with me. I just hope my chiffon doesn't get tangled in my rocking chair.

Bless thy simplicity, Tess