In the silence of the night, whispers of heartache fill the air, a lullaby for the broken.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Eyes like windows to a soul painted in shades of pain, yet shimmering with resilience.
Echoes of heartache reverberate through the corridors of the mind, haunting every thought.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
Whispers of the heart, echoing through the chambers of the soul, telling tales of longing.