That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

The hourglass runs low.

You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

People with power always take advantage of those without power.