Everything In Life Has Its Price.

Anyone Who Tries To Imprison Love Will Cut Off The Spring That Feeds It, And The Trapped Water Will Grow Stagnant And Rank.

Love Is A Disease No One Wants To Get Rid Of. Those Who Catch It Never Try To Get Better, And Those Who Suffer Do Not Wish To Be Cured.

Boredom Is Not In The World, But In The Way We See The World.

I Will Be Capable Of Loving, Regardless Of Whether I Am Loved In Return, Of Giving, When I Have Nothing, Of Working Happily, Even In The Midst Of Difficulties, Of Holding Out My Hand, Even When Utterly Alone And Abandoned, Of Drying My Tears, Even While I Weep, Of Believing, Even When No One Believes In Me.

The Mere Possibility Of Getting What We Want Fills The Soul Of The Ordinary Person With Guilt. We Look Around At All Those Who Have Failed To Get What They Want And Feel That We Do Not Deserve To Get What We Want Either. We Forget About All The Obstacles We Overcame, All The Suffering We Endured, All The Things We Had To Give Up In Order To Get This Far.