Roses Can Grow In Slums Just As

We Are Chained To That Which We Do Not Forgive

When We Hate Someone We Make Them More Powerfull Than They Are.

It's Our Memories That Make Us Who We Are. Without Them, We're Nothing. If That Means We Have To Hurt Sometimes, It's Worth It.

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

But More Than Brave, You Have Love. And Love Is Brave.