We Live On Because We Can Love,

A Man Trusts Another Man When He Sees Enough Of Himself In Him.

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

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?

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give

When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.