But That Is Another Story And Shall

Wishes Cannot Be Summoned Up Or Kept Away At Will. They Come From Deeper Within Us Than Good Or Bad Intentions. And They Spring Up Unannounced.

A Story Can Be New And Yet Tell About Olden Times. The Past Comes Into Existence With The Story.

You Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.

One Day, You Don't Feel Like Doing Anything. Nothing Interests You, Everything Bores You. Feel More And More Empty Inside, More And More Dissatisfied With Yourself And The World In General. Then Even That Feeling Wears Off, And You Don't Feel Anything Anymore. You Become Completely Indifferent To What Goes On Around You... You Forget How To Laugh And Cry - You're Cold Inside And Incapable Of Loving Anything Or Anyone... There's No Going Back... The Disease Has A Name. It's Called Deadly Tedium.