If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?
The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.
Madness is the first step towards unselfishness. Be mad and tell us what is behind the veil of "sanity". The purpose of life is to bring us closer to those secrets, and madness is the only means.
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.
Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.