The Warrior of the Light pays attention to small things because they can severely hamper him.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.

They were seeking out the treasure of their destiny, without actually wanting to live out their destiny.

A warrior takes every opportunity to teach himself.

When someone wants something then they should be aware that they are taking a risk. But this is precisely what makes life interesting.

Many people in this world are merely playing a role, unaware that there is an Invisible Hand guiding them.