Destiny's what you make of it. You have to face whatever life throws at you.
I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?
...The pain didn't bother me. In fact, I welcome it: It meant I was alive.
Your spikes have gone floppy.
Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.
sometimes, in pursuit of a greater peace, a man must stand by and lets those he loves suffer the injustices of men ho cares only about their own beliefs and nothing about the faith or feelings of others-- even when it pains him to the very core of his spirit