Friendship Is An Algebra Test That Nobody

The More You Try To Be Like Someone Else, The More You Find Yourself Standing In The Way.

If You Make Your Heart Into A Weapon, You End Up Using It On Yourself.

If You Could Be Happy, Really Happy, For Just A While, But You Knew From The Start That It Would End In Sadness, And Bring Pain Afterwards, Would You Choose To Have That Happiness Or Would You Avoid It?

Hate Has No Literature: Real Fear And Real Hate Have No Words

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.