One can survive every hurt and move on, except the hatred of a mother formed without reasons, that one could not elucidate.

Promise creates a multitude of heartbreaks.

High expectations I have. In hardness I labor that, fuller joy at the top I may partake. Nevertheless, in vain I toil. And then, friends’and people’s reproach I become, because of my drowning hopes that...

The one who can make full sense of love and lives within its narrow expections undresses no weeping face.

When in place of love you have grieves. And in place of glory nonfulfillment of hopes you earn, know that it’s a natural catastrophe preparing you for distinguished conditions.” – Darmie Orem

Never let the evil people do to you turn you to monster. It can’t be all that’s left of you.