Kindness does to your soul what spring does to trees. Flowers bloom. You feel sacred and day to day chaos stops affecting your soul.

It is impossible to write and not expose your soul?

She calls after ages. You whine about how you missed her every day of all the while that she wasn’t there. She says little.You ask - how could you move on just like that?She says - how do you know I moved on?And just like that, you live in hope again. You, hopeless poor soul.

In the battle between the heart and the mind, it is often the soul that loses.

There’s a road to my heart. It does not go by your words. It does not want your body. It’s waiting for the tug at my soul.

The soul doesn't have enough food to nourish every part of you - you have to eventually decide which part shall live, and which shall die.

I've been in love with someone that didn't love me back, and I've been loved by someone that I didn't love back. And I don't know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul.

a painterseeks your true image,the writerwill expose your soul...

I would listen a thousand nights to a soul that's hurting but have not a second for those who destroy others because of their own pain.