“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”

— Myra McEntire

For finding dreams that don’t exist yet.

I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore.

They say I am close to meeting you, but my darling… it will never be close enough.

It’s like touching a ghost. You’re there but at the same time you aren’t.

Never discredit your gut instinct. You are not paranoid. Your body can pick up on bad vibrations. If something deep inside of you says something is not right about a person or situation, trust it.

I don’t want to be loved by the hero, but by the villain. I want someone to sacrifice the world, just so we can sit on the throne together. I want someone to love me like Lucifer loved Lilith, and how he fell from heaven, just for her. Because everyone hates the villains, but they have loved like the heroes never could.

My heart has never been so lonely, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay with just myself.

I’ve spent my life looking at the stars peering into infinity wishing to go back to a home I’ve never known.

Plus que ma propre vie – more than my own life.

It will get better. You'll never forget them, not even after years. But one day, you'll go a whole minute without feeling the pain. Then an hour. A day. That's all you can ask for, really.” His voice drops. “You'll heal, I promise.

In the night, your loneliness crushes you, as if the sky itself has swooped down to smother you in its cold arms.

Fear can be good. It can keep you alive. But don't let it control you. Don't let it sow doubts within you. When the fear takes over, use the only thing more powerful, more indestructible to fight it: your spirit. Your heart.

All the beauty of the stars means nothing when life here on earth is so ugly.

Fear is only your enemy if you allow it to be.

There are two kinds of guilt. The kind that's a burden and the kind that gives you purpose. Let your guilt be your fuel. Let it remind you of who you want to be. Draw a line in your mind. Never cross it again. You have a soul. It's damaged but it's there. Don't let them take it from you.

Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength.