sad

I am an immortal Experiencer. Does that changed my life,no but it changed the way I Experience life.

Disappointment, fear, grief, unlove, dullness and guilt are the worst feelings. Learn from them so that you move on. Then replace them with more satisfying and promising joy, love gratitude, pride, confidence, direction.

Truth is neither joyful nor sad, neither good nor bad. It is simply truth.

you have everything. still ,you have nothing . sad .

It was a strange moment, like when you get sad after sex, and it feels like it's too late in the afternoon, even if it's morning, or night, and you turn away from the other person, and they turn away from you, and you lie there, and when you turn back towards them you can both see each other's moles. Usually there seem to shadows from Venetian blinds all across your legs.

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

It had happened. I had brought the dream out into reality and it had dissolved. It was just a dream and had found no purchase in the real world where it was dependent on other people for its realization. I wished that I could have sucked my words back inside where they had lived a colorful life of promise, had been nurtured by hope, and had never been tested

Dream big!But not so big that it becomes a mess, and you may never reach reality.

Newton's laws of physics can rarely be applied to the real world. There is more to life than cause and effect. Things just aren't that simple

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Sometimes, you don't get what you want the most... At other times, you're just lucky.

I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you.But...I feel like a dumb, without a tongue,Whenever I reach in front of you.I wonder why it happens to me?even when my feelings are genuine and true.

It is a crushing moment when you realize that your life has either been a series of huge mistakes, or worse; it hasn__.

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

Every time you used, it was a risk searching for a high just like the first time, a high you would never find again.

The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers.

Don't fall for the ones who say, I am always yours. They are liars, unfortunately humans too