People are like stained glass windows: they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.
A party without cake is just a meeting.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
There is danger in reckless change, but greater danger in blind conservatism.
Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted
People are like stained glass windows: they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.
A party without cake is just a meeting.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
There is danger in reckless change, but greater danger in blind conservatism.
Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted