Life is a fairy tale authored by its own characters.
True love is measured by the certainty that no one else in the world could love you more.
The people who end up being close to you in life, are rarely the friends we would have chosen for ourselves.
To awake and discover ourselves altered by the people in it, no matter how random the relationship is. To sleep knowing you have changed the world by the people you've touched.
The world is like a symphony orchestra, and all its men and women merely instruments. It's not what kind of instrument you play in the Devil's concert, it's how hard you blow.
Love is a maddening circumstance.
The Tragedy of life is, no matter who you try to be, you'll be remembered for who people think you are.
The manifestation of one's own self is defined by no more or no less than what one is capable of imagining.
She's like a circus cannon shooting little clown babies from her vagina.
What? You didn't like getting married in a court room with a judge that had an afro and part-timed at the bar impersonating Elvis?
Love is required for survival in the human experience. Without it, you are less than human.
At least you can get fish and chips with your admonishment here.
If the majority of people are loveless, then is it us who are the monsters?
Dynged. It's when destiny conflicts with one's own heart that we are given our greatest rite of passage.
Who we love becomes a reflection of who we are.
We become who we are by what we learn and what we do with what we know.
Life is a song played by billions of heart beats.
Destiny is the result of a journey.
Good consequences result from good decisions enacted from a positive disposition.
We are the spark. We may choose to set the world on fire or wane a silent extinguishing. To set others on fire and change the world with our existence or to fade into darkness never discovering what could have been if we weren’t afraid of being burned.
I'm not bloody crazy, I'm Welsh you idiot.
Before you blink, consider how quickly life can change. Will it be the same the next time you open your eyes?
Destiny makes fools of those who believe in him.
I am trapped in the abysmal bliss of other's fantasies and trying to escape.
Time is life's currency. What will you make of your riches?
There's nothing worse than failure, but there's nothing better than rising about your failures.
Of dreams not yet realized and words yet unspoken, I run into the future, gasping for air, knowing not if I'll make it, but that I have no choice but to keep running.
