Author of quotes: Lanie Taylor

Taking someone's hatred is like stealing a part of a soul.

What you are capable of is amazing. Of course you need practice. This is the mind. The hardest and most amazing thing there is. The whole world inside each of us, which no one will ever know, see or visit - except you. I just control the metal. You meet people in their minds and inspire them that they are not so alone. What could be more outstanding than this?

She had more than she ever dared to dream, and yet the moment old dreams come true, new ones appear in their place, like sprouts in the forest: a new generation of desires.

Dreams don't come true so easily. They are just a target that you draw around your desires. But you need to hit the target yourself.

Once there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I met you, and now everything around is music.

Minya was the wick of the candle and the force was the fire devouring her every second. But it just so happened that this wick out of pure stubbornness refused to burn.

For at least a second, they seemed exactly the same; as if all torture exists in one deep well, no matter what losses or misfortunes lead us to it. We can be at enmity, hate, wish each other death, but in our despair we get lost in the same darkness, breathe the same air, reveling in our grief.

With hope and dream, there comes a certain moment when you either give up or give it all of yourself. And if you choose a dream, if you stubbornly go towards the goal, then you will never stop, because it is your everything.

All empires are doomed to fall. They overestimate their strength, seize too much land, make too many enemies. From within, they are consumed by corruption, greed, betrayal.

I'm special. And one day you will know about it.

Nova looked at these evil women in blood and pulled a smile out of the deep hiding place inside her. This is the smile of a girl who was driven to the edge of the world, ready to spread her arms like wings, and then take off or fall.

Is there life after death or only eternal emptiness? Mystery. As the saying goes: those who know cannot say, and those who can do not know.

How many people love to watch someone else's dream collapse. What a delight to see the dreamer limping and crippled, fading in the shards of his shattered hopes.

Our brain is good at hiding memories, but what it is not capable of is erasing them. Only to conceal, and the hidden secrets do not disappear. They rot. They decompose, ooze with poison. Get on your nerves and emanate a stench. Hissing like snakes in the tall grass.