there are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights.

we learn from failure, not from success.

i am longing to be with you: by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

welcome to my house. come freely. go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

i doubt; i fear; i think strange things, which i dare not confess to my own soul.

there is a reason why all things are as they are.

remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.

i want you to believe in things that you cannot.

despair has its own calms.

how blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

even if they be not harmed, their heart may fail them in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter they may suffer–both in waking, from their nerves, and in sleep, from their dreams.

the world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.

i sometimes think we must be all mad.

though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?

it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles.

you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself.

do you believe in destiny? that even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?

oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which i am here.

i have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be.

for life be, after all, only a waiting for something else than what we’re doing; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

but we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

i have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

i could not resist the temptation of mystifying them a bit, i suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.

i want to cut off their head and take out their heart.

We’re all we have left. We ought to be able to stick together against everything. If we don’t have each other, we don’t have anything.

listen.  we  love  you.  you  arent  going  to  become  irrelevant  if  you  dont  write  replies  everyday.  you  arent  going  to  be  forgotten  about  if  you  dont  write   every   starter.  no  one  cares  if  you  have  graphics  or  icons.  its  ok.  you  dont  have  to  impress  everyone,  because  if  someone  has  followed  you  that  means  they  are  already  impressed  by  your  work.