They say that "Guns don't kill people...People kill people". Well, I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled "BANG!", I don't think you would kill too many people. |
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. |
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. |
We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about. |
Every night I talk to the stars pretending its you..But it acts just like you do....Far away and never replies to my questions... |
Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away? |
Where there's a will, there's a way. And where there's a way, then there's usually a stop sign somewhere along the road. |
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. |
The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy. |
The scary thing about memories is thinking you might forget them.... |