Whatever we curse returns to us threefold.
No rest for the (un)winged.
All the layers of our soul we are willing to give up for fleeting attention.
Beware of buying into any conspiracy theory that allows you to forget your conscience.
Our fault line lies wherever our aesthetics becomes more important to us than our ethics.
We are the daughters of the Goddess unburned.
Nothing is lost if you know it by heart.