Next to the highest peak of happiness, there’s the deepest gap of pain.
A life without love is like a year without spring.
Time is a beast who has the immense patience to swallow everything.
The others wolves would devour me if they could know that my roar is, in reality, a crying.
There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live.
We start to die when we no longer have the power to choose.
