Quitarse Reflexive Quotes & Sayings

Four years ago the clocks started turning back. I open my eyes and see nothing. I feel nothing below or above me. I feel the absence of things. The absence of my flesh, my bones, my body, my mind. All that is left is awareness. I see nothing but the absence of colour. It's not a black darkness. It's simply nothing. The interior of a black hole. I recall news of a black hole lingering along the edges of our solar system. All that time ago. Four years ago. When the clocks started turning back. I hear nothing. Until there is a something. A small thing. A voice. I listen. There are more voices. The sounds are human. How long has it been since I've heard a human? The sounds scratch along my now present attention. They carve into my hearing. They are horrid, wretched things. Voices screaming. Growing loud and desperate. How many voices? Billions. This is the birth of our species. We are born screaming. It's all we know to do. We have screamed for eternity. Within this empty space. — F.K. Preston

The stars are but tears
shed by a miriad
of unrequited dreams;
each sparks with fire
and guides its light homeward
when a dream is revealed — Basith

And now, the Superstore - unequaled in size, unmatched in variety, unrivaled inconvenience. — Dave Barry

I wish I could write easily. I'm one of those guys who's visited by the muse when things are dire. — Eric Clapton

Now, back in the reality that always lies in wait among the shadows of the Ensanche quarter, the enchantment was lifting, and all I had was painful desire and an indescribable restlessness. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

If we were always given a choice as to every path presented us in life, a multitude of roads leading to priceless treasures would forever go untraveled.
Be grateful for your adversities.
From toil and triumph evolves a life worth living."
- from "Brahna A'Mahr — Richelle E. Goodrich

An eager pursuit of fortune is inconsistent with a severe devotion to truth. The heart must grow tranquil before the thought can become searching. — Christian Nestell Bovee