There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflict the mourner with heartache and loneliness long after the deceased is buried and gone.
It is the dirt within men’s hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.
When a tree falls it resounds with a thundering crash; and yet a whole forest grows in silence.
What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?
There is no place for innocence on the battlefield.
Do not bother yourself with what ifs
Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness
What good is a smooth tongue without sharp teeth?
It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most.
There is no treasure like the human heart.
Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom
True kindness ennobles the giver
Hate engenders loneliness and despair
Books are like bound dreams waiting to be released
Even coal shimmers in the light
What good is a secret if it remains a secret ... Secrets are meant to be discovered.
Some trees are too deeply rooted to move ... And if they are uprooted, they will die.
Some journeys lead nowhere, but they set the spirit free
Familiarity makes the lion more dangerous.
True beauty cannot fail to move the beholder
If you are busy pleasing everyone, you are not being true to yourself
