Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

The corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish.

What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I'd never really tasted to things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

The prettiest of them all is a girl who is pretty on the inside.