Death Isn't The End Its Only The Beginning

There isn’t a more beautiful paradox than ‘a strong spirit and a gentle heart.’

There are things for which ink will not suffice, and they must need be written in blood.

Hope is dangerous. It makes you weak, vulnerable, brittle and gullible. Because when hopes shatter, they don’t leave you intact. And when you try to pick up the pieces and put them back together, you bleed even more. Every tear becomes a waterfall and drowning in the sea of disappointments, you count yourself as one. You loose yourself. That’s how dangerous it is to hope. Yet, never even for a second do we realise the risk we are exposing ourselves to; for we see the world that lives on hope, not the world that dies because of it.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life…

You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.

I think maybe the most frustrating feeling in the world is to have something to say but not know how to put it into words. To have lived through something but not be able to get it out of you before it festers.

The world was a never-ending masquerade, everyone wore masks to conceal the truth on their faces.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

I guess, in love, we are all nothing but moths, drawn to the flame that we know will only burn us.

We have our illusions about people, our hopes and they can blind us, but the end is always right there in the beginning.

Never look down on a person unless you are helping them up.

“I don’t think I could get tired of it either to be honest” Phoebe said as she twirled around in it a bit. It had been awhile since she had been on Terra and much longer since she had seen snow or got to play in the snow. This was fun.

Sometimes all you can do is nothing.