What if we simply didn’t meet? If I was dead before you were born? If I was living on the other side of the world?
What if we never existed? So, why do you suffer so much when someone you love goes away? At least, you had your chance. Be grateful for it. You shared a moment, one night or a whole year. It doesn’t matter. You were something at some point of your lives.
But what about all the friends and lovers we never met nor ever meet? For them I suffer.
It hurts and it hurts and all of a sudden...it stops. Then you realise that pain is not infinite. It may take days, weeks, months, even years to recover but eventually there’s an end to the suffering and after that...you’ll feel like brand new. Just hang in there, pal.
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93% stardust , with souls made of flames, we are just stars that have people names.
If you knew how hard it was and how long it took to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.
Some people think they can be alone. All by themselves. That's what I thought too. But no. We can't. As humans we need to feel loved, we need someone to appreciate us, we need someone to care about us. And that's okay
I love thunderstorms.
Because sometimes nature can't handle the pressure.
Because sometimes the sky explodes.
If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.
The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.
When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the enviroment in which it grows, not the flower.
Normality is a paved road: It's can comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.
So many people become songs and poetry but will never know. Our world is full of the ghosts of unspoken words and memories
Because you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't.
So let's ignore each other , try to pretend the other person doesn't exist, but deep down, we both know it wasn't supposed to end like this.
Girls like her were born in a storm. Lightning in their souls, thunder in their hearts and chaos in their bones.
One of the hardest things you will ever have to do is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
Try to imagine life without timekeeping.
You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on the wall or on the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for a dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measured time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
The fear of time running out.