How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?
Death comes suddenly and life is fragile and brief. No one can alter this either by prayers or spells.
I believe the test of government is the contentment of the people.
Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?
But just as the river is always at the door, so is the world always outside. And it is in the world that we have to live.
It's like a spell. It's so strong I can't fight it. Is love always like this?