“Death is deceitful, pretending that peace is on the horizon. The truth is that chaos is left in its wake, claiming the souls of those stranded in life. Death is the enemy of love in its purest form...”

“Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren't allowed. We can't see, hear, ...”

“The walls that caged me were not of this world, but were within my mind.”

“A victim has the potential to transform into a survivor, but if that is forgotten, a true victim is what they become. A survivor must endure strife and persevere against those thoughts that would c...”

“The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.”

“These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in freedom and safety.”

“We set our own limits on love. Some of us bind our hearts like Chinese women bind their feet. The binding is painful at first but eventually you get used to it and the pain goes away. The saddest p...”

“Fire wants to burn Water wants to flow Air wants to rise Earth wants to bindChaos wants to devourCal wants to live”

“Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.”

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

“Dont try to fit me in a box My life is not one dimensional. Im the summer breeze and the hurricane Im the serene lake and the raging ocean Im the gentle poet and the rough warrior I can build and I...”

“Hope always comes after evil has done its work. We cannot keep living on hope, though. (Box of Pandora)”

“No free man needs a God; but was I free?How fully I felt nature glued to meAnd how my childish palate loved the tasteHalf-fish, half-honey, of that golden paste!My picture book was at an early ageT...”

“What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked. "A cage," [owyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”

“I slept under the moonlight and set my soul free, caged within jars like fireflies".”