Loneliness Is A Mirror, And Recognizes Itself.

Shooting Stars Are Not Stars At All. They Re Just Rocks That Enter The Atmosphere And Catch Fire Under Friction. What We Wish On When We See One Is Only A Trail Of Debris.

When A Freedom Is Taken Away From You, I Suppose, You Recognize It As A Privilege, Not A Right.

What Is Right, In The End, Is Not Always What It Seems To Be, And Some Rules Are Better Broken.

It Was A Catch-22: If You Didn’t Put The Trauma Behind You, You Couldn’t Move On. But If You Did Put The Trauma Behind You, You Willingly Gave Up Your Claim To The Person You Were Before It Happened.

On The Surface, We're Polar Opposites. Under The Skin, Though, We're The Same: People Think They Know What They're Getting, And They're Always Wrong.