He steals dreams from her dead eyes every night and pens them down into his diary with his tears.

A year ago, I would've died for certain people. A year later, half of them are dead to me.

The moral of the story is we aren’t dead yet.

It's ironic that stars are dead, yet still manage to light up the sky.

Unfortunately, being dead from inside doesn’t reduce the cost of the funeral.

People who say 'Chivalry is dead' should see how nicely I open the door for people who want to walk out of my life.