Each Warrior Of The Light Contains Within

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.

Behind The Mask Of Ice That People Wear, There Beats A Heart Of Fire.

If There Is Any Possible Consolation In The Tragedy Of Losing Someone We Love Very Much, It's The Necessary Hope That Perhaps It Was For The Best.

Defeat Ends When We Launch Into Another Battle. Failure Has No End: It Is A Lifetime Choice.

I Was Arrested Three Times And Tortured Once.