Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.
Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.
If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.
With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.
Perhaps there are just some things you leave behind when you choose a new life.
All history is just one man trying to take something away from another man, and usually it doesn't really belong to either of them.