"Can't forget the things you never said."

"I can't go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."

"It's funny how the world changes sometimes. How the streets you've walked your entire life suddenly seem darker, colder. How the silence isn't so quiet anymore. How eyes you've barely even noticed, now look at nothing but you. How the walk home every night is no longer a routine, but a victory. And then you begin to wonder...maybe it's not the world that's changed; maybe it's just you. And then, suddenly, you begin to wonder all over again."

"The craziest, most selfish act is to commit suicide. When you kill yourself, you kill others."

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself, sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else

I can tell by your tears you'll remember it all.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Hope is a delicate suffering.

Here's a secret, no one will ever know the reasons for the tears...they are smoke

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

We shouldn't overlook the most insignificant spots on earth, for who knows how much secret grief and joy they may hide.

Sticks and stones only break bones. Words can shatter the soul.

Today's memories are tomorrows tears.

God gave us tears to wash away the pain

Laughter is the best form of Medicine. For when we laugh we neither grieve, think, or feel.

I want to crawl into my dream world and stay there so the pain that yesterday brought won't carry on to tomorrow

After everything I've done, I hate myself for what I've become.

Sometimes, when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing.

Sometimes paper is the only thing that will listen to you

I believe there's a place where restless souls wander, burdened by the weight of their own sadness. They wait for a chance to set the wrong things right. Only then are they reunited with the ones they love. Sometimes a crow shows them the way, because sometimes, love is stronger than death.

From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries, I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.

Because you're the only one I know who's striving for perfection. Who's completely noble and totally unselfish. The only one who's always there when I need rescuing from myself.

Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth -- that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.

And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings. It always leads me back to suffering. But I will soar until the wind whips me down...leaves me beaten on unholy ground again.

Is there a trace, inside her face, of a lonely miracle? And so you wait, and lie awake...for a lonely miracle...

And it may take some time to patch me up inside. But I can't take it, so I run away and hide.

You howl and listen...listen for the echoes of angels who won't return.

I can't explain, why I don't belong to the same world/ I don't fit in, and I will not stay./ I want to fly, oh I long for my violet skies/ My astral nights, my peace of mind.

My mother was of the sun; my father was of the earth. I am of the universe and you know what it's worth, I'm lonely.

I'd rather see the world from another angle...we are everyday angels. Be careful with me, coz I'd like to stay that way.

He's always closing his eyes.... like it hurts to look at things

Spirit is real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal.

Fear leads to hate, hate leads to anger, and anger leads to suffering

All wounds heal, but the scars they leave will last forever.

Bad things happen to good people because good people can handle bad things.

Chances thrown, nothing's free, longing for what, what used to be, still it's hard, hard to see, fragile lives, shattered dreams

And there it goes, my last chance for peace

I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of it's troubles; it empties today of it's strengths.

Originality and feeling of one's own dignity are achieved only through work and struggle.

Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

There's dignity in suffering
Nobility in pain
But failure is a salted wound that burns and burns again.

Ignorance is the root of all evil

Things do not change, we do.