Nature has certain mechanism to record all memories of every life being.
Nature, Memory
Refusing what Adorno called that 'comfort in the uncomfortable' taken by the fantastic, surrealism seeks to reintegrate man into the universe.
Fantasy, Surrealism
I know have lived, so many times, that the only thing I have left to remember is my writing, cause every single moment in life it's already written.
Inspirational, Light, Fantasy
Being alone does not make you crazy, it reminds you of who you are.
Love, Philosophy, Death
A mother is an individual who'd go to any length for someone else, beyond rationality, beyond her physical body, her social bindings of state, country, her kind. That's the most horrifying individual you'll ever meet.
You'll forget your inner peace, forget that it comes from impermanence. From knowing that everything will break. And only reason can right you.
The dead are not always so dumb as you think, it takes much more to die than you would believe.
Love, Death, Fantasy
Love?' Echo was right. All destruction started from love, didn't it?
If disguise was a vehicle, murder was a world.
Her own vague red trail created a livid atmosphere. She was like an avalanche and they were her nostalgia.
The red was something none of them could contain.
He had forgotten they lived with a rope around their necks - until it cinched.
Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he'd both created and destroyed his body's energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing power at the origin of himself.
The noise increased and came from all directions. There was no amount of reason to negotiate the void between sound and movement.
We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.
We never care for anyone for their own sake. We train them for the system. No one matters for their own sake. No one acts for their own sake. The system will always be bigger than you.
Nothing' lies in the heart of the universe.
Lies, Heart
When you open to your heart, your entire world changes-it opens up around you. You see yourself as part of a friendly universe, one that is full of possibility, one that is generating and regenerating a positive energy.
Love, Heart
all hopes there, so close to each other,are pulled into the void every night;when a band of pale twinkles milking the wayacross the divine breadth of skywhere every heart belongs.- From the poem "The Universe In Blossom
Heart, Night
Deception can only live in the darkness and shadows. There is no place for it to hide once it is illuminated.
Love, Truth, Peace