The devil depends on a dark secret chance, but God does it now before your own eyes.

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

The consequences of seeking popularity is not only the chronic feeling of lonliness, but a desire to hide your face from the eyes of the universe.

Sometimes we fail to see what others see and emphasise on what they lack to see. The I of a different eye.

I can see better when i close my eyes; don't make much ado, that's my latest style of view.