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