Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.
Death is not extinguishing the light It is simply putting out the lamp Because the dawn has come
I reject your reality and substitute my own!
People come up to me and say, “Emo, do people really come up to you?”
Knowledge would be fatal, it is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things beautiful.