Solange nicole Quotes

The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name brought tears of joy or pain of anger to those he left in his wake. The result of his own unresolved pain.

Every man is sensitive. Some cover it up with brutality, others with cowardice and vanity, but a small few wear it bravely like armor

To be calm and compassionate you need courage and conviction.

If Christians are all loving and full of God's grace (like some of us really are), do they truly love their neighbor? Would they catch a grenade for one of us (like some of us would for them because we truly have love in our hearts)?

It was clear to her now, Happiness was a seductive illusion. No one as fucked up as her deserved one drop of joy. But oh god was it delicious when it fell into her lap for a little while. (Such a pretty face) she muses (with such a bruised and battered soul). When the dawn of a promise fades into the dusk of reality, all that remains is the nightmare. Sweet, sweet loneliness. Shadows come to play and prey on her beaten mind. Her lovely little dreams of poison.

It seems in this day and age, people are banking on a Faith that has long since checked out.

Makebelieve is a writer's best friend.

Sometimes... Reason and Love are met with a violent ignorance that even what's right gets lost. Our heart bleeds, but when does the blood shed end and the healing begin?

It would seem no matter how progressive we get there are always those few who are backwards in their ways.

Sometimes it takes more than shouting it to show your pride. It takes more than a sign, a fabulous outfit, or a month of parades. Pride has to resonate from within; shine out to everyone around you. It has mean something to you and only you first before you announce it to the world.

What Grimm fairy tale featured apiarian morphing humans?

Death is Perfection's reflection. One cannot be the other, but without one, the other suffers.

There's nothing we fear more than our own Reflection. We scream at the monsters within us, hidden deep within our hearts. We run and hide from the terrors all around us- the different mirrors that we see.

Everyone wants a piece of you. The trick is what piece to give.

The Light yearns for the peaceful balance of the Darkness as much as Darkness seeks the Glory of the Light.

Daydreaming is the purest form of being. Take that away and One suffers.

The rough must always accompany the smooth. Without one or the other one learns nothing about oneself.

Shadows are our Dark Selves brought to Light.

I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage.