K. Weikel Quotes

Saying everything is okay doesn't make you a grown-up.

It's a baby. A baby can't be without a mother.

When the choice is life-or-death, you can't choose rationally. No one can. So let us decide for you.

What is peace without war?

Sometimes to defeat somebody that plays dirty, you have to play dirty yourself.

The moment he makes you feel like he's done something to benefit you, walk away, because it's what will get you into the most trouble.

The light will and can never be smothered in darkness.

But today is the day where strange things happen and mean something.

Lonely world if you don't have anyone to rule over.

I don't have the heart to leave shattered pieces where they lay.

Karika's hands aren't just stained with blood. They aren't just dirty. They're laden with the devil's fingerprints.

I wanted to hold you until you weren't falling apart anymore, and I wanted to be the stitches that helped you heal, but I knew that I'd just infect your wounds further, so I couldn't stay.

Everyone wishes for a better life, and yet they want nothing to change.

You don't have to forget where you came from to move on.

Sometimes we're only born to die, my dear. But if that is what you're destined for - to die - then embrace it and don't be afraid when it comes

He will protect me if it is his will. It is not up to me whether I live or die. Either way, Heaven is what'll wait for me - the light at the end of the tunnel.

The waves washed you away with their glory and the sun beckoned to you with its light. Your ears heard me calling but you knew it was time for you to say goodbye

I will be the cause of death for everyone I love.

You may have told me your story, but you're still practically a stranger to me. I don't know the you that you are right now as well as I know your past.

If this is the freedom you speak of... I want no part of it.

I knew I had a choice. Either let you die and have the world blanketed with evil, or save you and make one dark moment for my best friend while the world continues to grow with light.

Emotions rage inside me, something like a world war twisting inside my stomach and poking holes in my lungs. I can't pick apart reality from fantasy - does that mean insanity isn't far from my reach?

If life were a song,
mine would not go on,
and the tune would be ruined by my scratches