Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade
We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.
What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?