Life

...Occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.

Your heart's Brain has independent thought which can create a life of tranquil bliss.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

Life without caution is like a car without brake.

We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

I was aware that I was taking inordinate pleasure in small, technological events and objects, and that this was probably a semiconscious tactic meant to evade confronting certain agonizing life events which were probably not resolvable and were destined to cause unrelenting pain and distress; yet the pleasure was real, and I took it greedily.

And I'm not sure if it's G-d, or fate, or just air masses colliding over water, but I will say this: It feels, finally, like flying.

We entered Gettysburg in the afternoon, just in time to meet the enemy entering the town, and in good season to drive him back before his getting a foothold.

As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.

Change is inevitable. And in a way, change is a sort of magic. However, not everyone believes in something as frugal as the unexplained.

Sometimes I just needed to talk about it, even though it singed like touching the end of a match. I just needed to feel that pain for a moment, to know that it was real. It was my pain. I had earned it by living through it.

Being born into this world involves taking on a conditioned view of identity - for a while at least. We are all conditioned from a very young age to believe that we are separate and incomplete, and that if we could only just get something additional then we will somehow become whole.

I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.

People forget how vulnerable they are despite their shirts and shoes and briefcases, how this hungry and cruel world could strip them, put them in the same position as my beggars.

We are all cursed. We live in the era of the curse. A world that cannot be fixed. The best thing would be an alien ship. Another planet. One with three moons. But you, I saw you in my dreams. I saw you coming. You came to heal my broken heart. That's why I named you Ahlam.

We are all fighters. It is basic human nature. We strive to get somewhere in life or we fight for survival.