We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss
And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again.
well, I hope that if you are out there you read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.
Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.
All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
