Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!
Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.
One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.
All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.
People with power always take advantage of those without power.
It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.