Bakeneko’s most loved Quotables

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

Be the change that you want to see in the world.

If you are going through hell, keep going.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Without music life would be a mistake.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter & those who matter don't mind.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love, It's a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn't be one of them.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

A happy life consists not in the absence, but in the mastery of hardships.

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he shall make the face of Heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic memoirs...