Iníon na foraoise

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

We're all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.

People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”

Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless men is the most guilty.