| The booms of bombs, screaming of sirens, honking of horns and banging of base drum yet the loudest sound you’ll ever hear is still the silence of the dead. |
| I’ve learned hearts mend bones, healed bruises go away and tears dry up. I’ve learned the scars they leave turn into tattoos with better stories. |
Remember whatever hits the fan will never be evenly distributed
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling, live you life in such a way when you die your smiling and everyone around you is crying.
| When you’re hit by a stranger it makes you mad. When you are hit by a loved one, not that hurts worse. Many times the worst hits are never punched. |