Thunderstorm

And Heart insisted that for you will wait forever, while Reason argued that forever is a very long time.

Life won’t always stop for you to figure things out. You gotta keep moving, it’s like move or die.

One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others.

The hypocrite’s crime is that he bears false witness against himself. What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.

It’s like I’ve just woken up in the middle of nowhere, and I don’t even know how I got here in the first place. I try to remember, I really do… but every time I look back, I see nothing. It’s like I’ve been here the whole time and just imagined being in other places. I just woke up, all alone… I’m here. Life goes by in a split second anyways, sometimes we don’t even notice. But I know something has to be true; someone has to be real. I might survive. I might cry, but what’s the point when nobody’s listening; when nothing’s listening; when there’s only you and nobody else? At least you could hear yourself crying, you’ll remember that, after all, you’re alive. You’re alive… hold on, someone might’ve been real after all.

You might do the wrong thing for the right reason… don’t just do the right thing to be pleasant.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.