No use crying over spilled milk.

When people die and especially when they die tragically, others can't help but get carried away. They come up with their implausible interpretation and usually resort to cheap psychology. A sense of fatalism is the only form of relief left.

Children know so little, they must learn quickly to imitate grown-ups whenever they feel unsure in a situation.

Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.

Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.

No use crying over spilled milk.