Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

Isn't that how it is when you must decide with your heart? You are not just choosing one thing over another. You are choosing what you want. And you are also choosing what somebody else does not want, and all the consequences that follow. You can tell yourself, That's not my problem, but those words do not wash the trouble away. Maybe it is no longer a problem in your life. But it is always a problem in your heart.

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.