That’s what friends, that’s what brethren are for. To be there, where words cannot.

True siblings are bound together by far more essential things than blood, while more times than many blood isn’t thicker than water.

Everything makes so much more sense, when you forget what life forces you to remember.

And then, whatever you yearn for may indeed become a weakness or an open wound... if you make it the only standard by which you live your life.

I speak of the laws man has made, to make everyone lawful.

As usual, however, those who strive to understand have no power to act.

Influence is like the tide. Sometimes it goes, sometimes, however, it comes.

Why should injustice, the darkness of justice, exist and not be an imperfect entry in a book unread for centuries? Until it is so forgotten, that no one remembers it was ever there.

At that moment I felt that no physical pain could possibly amount to the wrenching one pounding within my heart.

Why must we overlook what we are most likely able to do?