Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

The power of hope! Even a lack of ambition can, for a time, pay off as a necessary facet, as long as hope outweighs it.

Emotions bleed where love frowns and despair smilesMy home is within the coreThe center of this place, it lays down my heart for loveMy love's (in) the Center of War