Citations

You failed them.
They looked at you
for guidance
for love
for peace
and you failed them.
You failed them all.

“Truthfully… I do not want power. I do not want to hurt anyone.”

I AM COLD & MY FOOTSTEPS ECHO LIKE A [ VERDICT ]
SPOKEN BY AN ENTIRE NATION

GUILTY

G U I L T Y

G U I L T Y.

She wore a strong, proud expression, but I could see the pain she was hiding.

"Mon corps est une lame.
Mon esprit est une arme.
Je danse et je tue".

By the edge of those wilds, warriors have charged. But now the years have passed, the generals have left and the grass grows in the armours hollow on the hill.

Mauvais souvenirs,
soyez pourtant les bienvenus,
vous êtes ma jeunesse lointaine

Je lui ai dit que je revenais dans cinq minutes et elle va m'attendre toute sa vie.

Je voudrais tout de même vivre, et je vais mourir, et je n'ai pas peur. C'est impossible de ne pas avoir peur quand on va mourir. C'est parce que je suis trop borné, trop animal pour y croire. Et si je n'y crois pas jusqu'au dernier instant, jusqu'à la plus fine limite, je ne mourrai jamais. Quelle découverte ! et comme elle plairait au patron !

“I hate the term ‘an eye for an eye’. If you take my eye, let it be known that I’ll take both your eyes and your dominant arm”

C'est comme faire une partie de paintball en revenant du Viêt-Nam

Avoir le suicide facile

C'est grave de s'obliger à ressembler à tout le monde : cela provoque des nécroses, des psychoses, des paranoïas...

I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?

But who prays for Satan ? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most ?

It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.

"The dead? The dead ain't gotta worry about this mess.
Our world... She's done..."

They shall cry out their false gods, and find silence.

It’s a strange grief… To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

I struggle to stay STRONG because I know the IMPACT I have on everyone

Your resting state is war. It’s your nature.

“Nothing ever ends poetically.
It ends and we turn it into poetry.
All that blood was never once beautiful.
It was just red.”