They say the tongue is the root of all misfortune.
Shut up. Don’t talk and keep running!
Hit a nerve, did I? Well, don’t worry Mr. Officer. Now you have the rank, and the pompous attitude, and weird eyebrows to go with it!
Those who are left behind in a fight or are in the way aren’t the ones who lack power. They’re the ones who lack resolve.
I know the loneliness of being a prisoner. I know the joy you feel when your friends come to rescue you and the fear of them being injured and defeated.
If history repeats itself, and moves in a circular path, then believing that whatever force is turning it is perfect, is all we can do as we move ahead. Pushed along by forces beyond our control, waiting, for the blade to be swung.
Even if no one in the world believes you, stick out your chest and scream in defiance.
Revolving… If fate is a wheel, we are the cogs that drive it. We have no choice but to believe that this wheel is flawless and forge on ahead. The power of the individual cogs and their destinations… And the blade that is brought down upon them.
We are taught never to shed tears. For to shed tears means that the body has been defeated by emotion. And to us, this simple act of crying proves, without question, that the existence of emotion is nothing but a burden.
People are able to hold onto hope, since death is that which cannot be seen.
