These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.

You will never have to marry for money. You will never have to depend on anyne but yourself.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.

Even in the most wretched life, there’s hope.

I wonder if our names determine our destiny, or if destiny leads us to choose certain names.

Things change, and not always for the better.