Every window has two sides: one looking out and one looking in.
Every door opens to a different world, each with different opportunities.
Every room has a ceiling, floor, and walls: barriers that protect what should not be let in and what should not be let out.
Every mirror is a portal to the parallel of one's thoughts and desires.
Every book is an escape route to greater knowledge and understanding.
Every tree is the result of either cooperation or solitude.
Every cloud is a memory that is lost to us forever.
Every heart is a chest of emotions, and only we hold the key.
Every breath is a step closer to death.
Every death is a passageway to a new life.
Every ray of light illuminates secrets that were never known before.
Every question is a puzzle with many sides.
Every word is one less breath we have to take.
Every heartbeat is the Grim Reaper knocking on our door.
Every brick is either our creation or our downfall.
Every joy brings much sorrow, and every sorrow brings much joy.
Every offense is a defense.
Every wish is our death wish.
Every person is either a blessing or a curse.
Every drop of poison kills just as easily as the rest of the vial.
Every fantasy is another's reality.
Every song is a path to the deepest recesses of the soul.
Every grey is black and white.
Every spark is a chaotic hell lying in wait.
Every rule is meant to be broken.
Every little thing counts.
