Contemplation of light which you blew off out of your own accord is unreasonable.

he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.

"m o t h e r, only six letters but the sacrifices made for your good will cannot be counted"

"all problems are grace because of this we learn and grow"

"scars is art that only written in your own masterpiece"

"when today is the day you want to give up, always think about why and for what you started"

Written By ClarisseFabricante