No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.
She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time
You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.
Wear them, they will make you brave.
I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.