They’re infinitely in love with sharing what’s inside them, with communicating with their fellow beings through abstract ways that cannot be encompassed just within language, in introducing a palette of emotion into our pale and empty lives.

You might think that a lot of artists are born from pain, but my friend, pain and love are also just one and the same thing.

A wave cannot exist without a crest as much as it cannot exist without a trough.

Many things in life are like this, pain and love are one and the same thing, and not two different things.