The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
You say that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows. This is why I’m afraid; you say that you love me too.
Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame.
”I guess every lonely girl would hope she’s a princess.”
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
The first living visitor to the Underworld, though an unwilling one, was the goddess Persephone. The only daughter of Zeus and Demeter (the goddess of grain, agriculture, and fertility). Persephone was an innocent maiden, a virgin who loved to play in the fields where eternal springtime reigned.
But Hades had other plans for Persephone: He would steal her innocence and virginity and turn her into the dreaded goddess of the Underworld
At some point in your life you realize why you were lost; it wasn’t because you didn’t have a map, but because you didn’t have a destination.
Not a day went by without him thinking about her; her beautiful face, charming laugh, and radiant smile. He longed to see her again - just once - but he couldn’t, he had changed. But she had changed aswell; the sparkling light in her eyes had begun to dim more and more every day, her smile not as bright. But he still loved her, he will always love her. Gazing out the window at the falling rain, his heart ached and eyes stung with tears at the memories of the love he will never have again.
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.