People are shaped by their emotions. That which profoundly affects them has a place in their hearts.

I’ve suppressed my aspirations to forget all rationality and let the moment explain everything, for nothing to be said and everything understood. If only I knew how to let these feelings out.

Imagination is a storm of emotions that has the power to sweep citadels into the wind.

That’s the hope, isn’t it? To see your family in your time of dying.

Some of us are born to Run. Some of us are born to Climb. But we are all born to Live.

Whatever may happen, the memories of then will always remain, ever so sweetly with me, nothing to tarnish it. Not even the ugliness of reality.