Quotes by : Michael Biondi

The ink of a pen is simply the blood of a heart

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

Beauty Lies Within The unknown

Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

They say time heals all, But time is our only enemy; breathe deep and find strength to smile tonight,....

Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning... no end.Just the beauty within....

We are not from here, my dear. So:Let the flames take over our bodies,‘cause I wanna merely burn with....

Purity is defined by the clearness of the stars

The fear of love can be replaced by the love of fear