Best 3 quotes of Ky Grabowski on MyQuotes

And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm.

I can feel the grip of lost lives beneath me, starved hearts hoping to escape their shadowy fates.

the path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.