A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

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.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.