Never lock horns with a man named after a forest animal
Never lock horns with a man named after a forest animal
| If the path is overgrown with briars and bristles that sear the very flesh from your body blaze onward. Scars are just tattoos with better stories. |
| You can’t drown by falling into a lake only staying there. Remember the only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. |
| A rose withers, a mountain crumbles, a tree dies, a river dries up, everything ceases eventually. Life stops but not because of you, rather for you. |