Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

Friendship Is An Algebra Test That Nobody Passes.

Every Virtuous Act Has Some Dark Secret In Its Heart; Every Risk We Take Contains A Mystery That Can’t Be Solved.

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

The Truth Is That, No Matter What Kind Of Game You Find Yourself In, No Matter How Good Or Bad The Luck, You Can Change Your Life Completely With A Single Thought Or A Single Act Of Love

The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.