Pasquale De Marco

In the shadows of despair, hope often wears the mask of illusion.

Misfortune is an old friend who never forgets to visit uninvited.

Even the brightest stars cannot outshine the darkness we carry inside.

The rain that soaks our dreams is the same that waters our growth.

Every closed door echoes with the laughter of fate.

Pain does not always teach; sometimes, it only lingers.

We are all prisoners of the moments we cannot forget.

To curse misfortune is to curse the wind for blowing.

The heart learns resilience by breaking more than once.

Some wounds do not heal; they become maps of where we’ve been.

Happiness is a fragile visitor in the house of sorrow.

What we call bad luck is often the shadow of our own choices.