After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
