Quote Quotes

My tongue was handed down to meby datus and katipuneros. The truth ismy mouth is a battlefield thatyou wouldn’t know how to fight in.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.

God's codpiece, you're very kind

Life Is, a Rose.

I read this on the gates to a village cemetery: What you are, we used to be. What we are, you’re going to be. — It puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?

She liked reality shows the best, and then the shows that purported to be about reality.

With age comes wisdom and with wisdom comes age. I guess I too am growing older.

You chose love and you lost.

It's only possible to betray where loyalty is due

You’ve always been a stormYour lightning mouthElectrifies my heart

She senses your vulnerability, and reassures that every dream you’ve ever whispered in the night, or secret desires you dared not speak, are all within the palm of her hand

My nine-month journey through this room I would describe as one of trauma, rage and deceit, all topped off with a splash of human bonding.

My two worlds were colliding and the friction of this set fire to my life. It was time to roast some wieners.

Some people follow. Some people lead. Some kick back and smoke some weed… and breathe.

If you worry yourself to death over the struggle, you will never experience the good life.

Your words can only act like the path. It is your actions that define your destiny.

As rice grows riper, the lower it bows its head. Never lose your humility while you grow.

Her eyes were the color of whiskey and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.

For some women, they need a man. For others, men need them.

If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.

Writing is the only way to change the world without leaving bed.

I give away examples!

I can’t!” Maggie was now standing on the wall. “Past the boundary wall is a bad place. I’m not allowed in the bad place.

Everything was bright and white, even in the night.

The lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickest mud.

It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

When is it too right but too wrong to be right?

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.

I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn’t for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.

How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.

Before that no one thought of us as colored-foreign maybe, exotic and dark, but not colored.

You only spoke a single line, yet it felt like a life sentence.

There is an art to Noavek bullshit, " Cyra said as she muted the feed. "We're taught it from birth.

I don’t mind my friends calling me 'Thornes, ' but the fact of people calling me 'Prickly Thornes' draws the line.

If I am to be a skeleton in a box buried deep into the ground, I pray you will be the dust that rests atop my bones.

When you had the dream, it looked big. So why quit when it's still small?

So what if I fall? I know I will never fallas hard as i fell for you.

Sometimes you find a lie, and sometimes it finds you.

Fighting is not a man thing, it's a human thing.

We didn’t cause the apocalypse…”“But we were too dumb to see it, ” she snaps. “That was our mistake.

My mind is like a seaYou will only drown, If you think you can swimThere are things that devours me, No love can ever save me.

Men inflict injuries from hatred, jealousy or contempt, but the wise man masters all these passions by means of reason.

The impassive soul disturbs neither itself nor others.

Be a man! Put on a mask.