He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me.
I have brought you a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.
Friends are the real superheroes. They battle our worst enemies-loneliness, grief, anxiety, depression, fear, and doubt-every time they come around.
Eccentricity of a creative mind may not be pleasing for the people around it, but it is important for the progress.
I like being underestimated.
I write romance stories and although I want it to be a beautiful work of art, I am afraid that I will live in the story I created in my mind. It’s all in my mind I know, but sometimes, the romance becomes too ideal and realistic for me that I soon fall for the hero that was just a product of my imagination. I think that is both an fearful obstacle and a proof that somehow, you are succeeding to touch a reader’s heart – even if it is yours.
Rarely has a new player on the game captured so much attention so fast.
To survive in this world, you got to be many times a coward but at least once a hero
Heroes don’t always have capes, badges or uniforms. Sometimes, they support those who do.
It was a tragic end to a heroic life.