But we can't go back. We can only go forward.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
I change the world, the world changes me.
To those who will see, the world waits.
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.