vineri, 27 aprilie 2012

sâmbătă, 14 aprilie 2012


"Conceal me what I am and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent."

                                                                 ~W. Shakespeare

Our integrity was so little, but it was all we really had.It was the very last inch of us, but within that inch we were free.
-Is everything a joke to you?
-Only the things that matter.
-Is it meaningless to apologise now?
-I'm so sorry...


Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?


We use lies to tell the truth.


"There's no certainty, only opportunities."


"I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none."



miercuri, 4 aprilie 2012