When you travel in the world, you read from the vast expanse of human thought and experience, you realise you know so little.
Remember, Will Ryde, the human soul is like a torn garment, attached to the divine by a single thread, yet yearning for wholeness
The world is agony. When you die, you’ll get some rest
Only you can decide the person you want to be.
Each man lives in the hope he will one day be legend. I no longer think of myself this way.
Remember, my sister, even the light of a thousand splendid suns falls short of the majesty of the Creator. He will save us.
