The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

And a mistake repeated more than once is a decision.

Dreamers can't be tamed.

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the the freedom that exists in the world of insanity and becomes addicted to it.

And she already has her treasure: it’s you.

He needs both patience and speed.

Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn't have the courage to say "yes" to life?