Hope meets a dead end when the only chance in sight comes to naught.

Disappointment has quite a penchant for taking one by a surprise.

The hope is the best and the worst thing at the same time.

Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.

Everyone’s mind has sort of a slum division—a flirtatious spot that doesn’t give a hoot about how grave a situation is but constantly endeavors to derail more earnest thoughts, almost like a death-wish backseat driver.

When the soul heals, the issues of the body disappear like they never happened.