Pain is weakness departing the body as strength makes its entrance. |
Losing the one you love is death with a beating heart. |
Your silence speaks louder than your words. |
We often ask for signs to show us the way, yet we never seem to follow them. |
God may write my story, but I edit my own life. |
The paper I write on is my life, and only friend when I have no one else to turn to. |
Feed from everyone selfishly, and you'll still feel the hunger constantly. |
Your guilt keeps you silent from the truth. |
Romeo and Juliet |