This generation seems to see children as a financial burden and responsibility to be avoided.

Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn’t know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they...

It is unfortunate that in most cases when the sins of the father fall on the son it is because unlike God, people refuse to forgive and forget and heap past wrongs upon innocent generations.

Don’t be deceived when they tell you things are better now. Even if there’s no poverty to be seen because the poverty’s been hidden. Even if you ever got more wages and could afford to...

I have been told the best things in life are free ~ I found them very expensive.

I always have the perfect love but i don’t always have the perfect ending

It’s really best not to tell people when you feel bad. Growing up is about keeping secrets, and pretending everything is fine.

Life is pain and everyone dies, but true love lives forever.

hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand & the world’s knows nothing

One piece of wisdom a writer quickly learns ~ typos keep you humble.

Accept everything, even if it’s pain, even if it’s sadness, because there’s nothing absolute in this world. If everything were to disappear, at least I was thinking it didn’t matter anyway. Even if in the...

Democracy was supposed to champion freedom of speech, and yet the simple rules of table decorum could clamp down on the rights their forefathers had fought and died for.

If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose.”Chronicler’s forehead wrinkled. “What do you mean, exactly?”Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking...

In some neighborhoods, faces mature faster than bodies.

…Ni siquiera lo había estado buscando, no a ti, y ahora eras lo que mi corazón deseaba.

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

She sighs and the small release of breath bothers me. This girl needs to be off doing things that make her happy. Not standing here with me, confused and torn. It’s just further proof that...

I not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of suffering