That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don't really know why. Nana's hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart's content. But I can only suppress my feelings.

I wanted to have a good relationship. One that's romantic and dramatic, like in the movies. But I finally became a woman at 17 and learned that men aren't really that simple.

A woman's happiness is in throwing everything away to live for love.

The longer we live the more weight we carry in our hearts.

You were a stray cat, strutting so free and full of pride. But I could see your open wound. And without really thinking I just chalked it up to another cool thing about you. I never realized how much you hurt.

If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy. Someone who won't constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That's kind of guy I need.