What is fate? What is fate to tell us who we are and what we do? Who can tell truth from lies anyway?

Just because it is done in the name of love, does not make it just.

When all else fades and the world is burnt to a crisp, all the bonds of all our time will survive, hanging in the universe, burning as brightly as a million tiny stars.

My mind is filled with stories,
If I don’t live forever, I will never tell them all.

We are not as dangerous doing something,
As we are doing nothing.

It’s easier to run from life.
But it’s better to fight for it.

I see everything in that small moment I can’t see anything at all.