If life and death are one, are not dreams the same as reality?
It's imortant to remember that we all have magic inside us . . .
Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
I'm terrified of no one else but me
Reality is the only obstacle to happiness.
Good times are for sharing with friends. Grief is hidden among the darkness
You bleed just to know you're alive.
What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage, created you a monster broken by the rules of love
Sometimes I feel it would be easier to fall. .Than to flutter in the air with these wings so weak and torn.
Let us walk the path of destruction together. Power that can crush even the souls of the gods....
You can either be sad because roses have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses"
Do not look back. And do not dream about the future either. It will neither give you back the past nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty your reward your destiny - are here and now"
Everything is flavored of anticlimax
A true friend stabs you in the front. A true psychopathic friend stabs you in the front, too.
In another life, I will be a dolphin. Pale pink, racing through the silver water. But for now I am a human, trapped in a net of ambition and a lifetime of work
This reality is really nothing but a fucked up dream
Everyone has one or two scars on their heart.
Who was i -not- yesterday? When do i get the chance to pretend to be myself?
Don't worry about whether or not I am now happy. Today is only chapter 1. We have yet to write the book
It is easy to lose your place in the world, especially when you're still trying to figure out what the world is. Reality easily escapes you
I love to be alone. I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude
I think the next best thing to solving a probem is finding some humor in it.
Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea.
Every single day of my life is worse than the day before it, so that means that every single day that you see me, that's the worst day of my life
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are
Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional
Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be a bunch of bastards.
It is better to be hated for who you are than loved for what you are not
This life of mine may be normal, but it still hurts.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I stil l know quite certainly that just to be alive is a good thing.
Mankind is stupid. If you forget, they will remind you.
If you can't annoy somebody, there's little point in writing
I just want to feel safe in my own skin, I just want to be happy again. I just want to feel deep in my own world. But I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore.
Once you reallize that you can never truly be happy, a great burden is lifted from your shoulders.
I have been laughed at so many times that it doesn't hurt anymore.
Today was one of those days where everything reminded me of you and every song I heard somehow related to you. I hate days like today, because they remind me of the one thing that I don't have.
Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet... it's not. It's deafening.
There is a flame in each of us that must never be allowed to go out. As long as it burns within us, we cannot be destroyed.
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.
When the body weeps tears of blood, we need to wonder what terrible sorrows cannot be spoken.
Your mother was wrong. You can become lost in dreams. And you may not always find yourself when you wake up.
Just cut your wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today...
I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. that's only one side of me. I am more than just some fucked up fairytale.