Suddenly the clouds seem high above us. They’re moving over us in an arch, circling the planet. They have seen abysmal oceans and charred, scorched islands. They have seen how we destroyed the world. If I could see everything, as the clouds do, would I swirl around this remaining continent, still so full of color and life and seasons, wanting to protect it? Or would I just laugh at the futility of it all, and meander onward, down the earth’s sloping atmosphere?

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.