Because of the existence of love - sacrifice is born. As well as hate. Then one comprehends... one knows PAIN.
Physical wounds will definitely bleed and may look painful
but over time they heal by themselves and if you apply medicine,
they will heal faster. What's troublesome are wounds of the heart. Nothing is harder to heal. They're a bit different from physical injuries. You can't apply medicine for one thing and sometimes, they never heal. There's only one cure for a wound of the heart.
It's a bit bothersome and you can only receive it from someone else. What is it? Love.
Trying to improve by learning from others that is what calls friendship.
Those who forgive themselves, and are able to accept their true nature... They are the strong ones!
Stop it! How dare you disrespect an opponent that fought you with all he had!?
When captured birds grow wiser, they try to open the cage with their beaks. They don't give up, because they want to fly again.
Just because someone is important to you, it doesn't necessarily mean that, that person is good. Even if you knew that person was evil... People cannot win against their loneliness.
Even the most ignorant, innocent child will eventually grow up as they learn what true pain is. It affects what they say, what they think… and they become real people.
Fear. That is what we live with. And we live it everyday. Only in death are we free of it.
Even the strongest of opponents always has a weakness.
We have walked through the darkness of this world, that’s why we are able to see even a sliver of light.
Rejection is a part of any man’s life. If you can’t accept and move past rejection, or at least use it as writing material - you’re not a real man.
It’s because we help out when they’re in trouble that we can count on them to come running when we need it.
If you don't share someone's pain. You can never understand them.
Love breeds sacrifice... which in turn breeds hatred. Then you can know pain.
Tears and rain, fall down on my face, my body is unable to stay yet my heart is unwilling to leave.
Grown-ups are idiots. If they really want to bring an end to this endless fighting, they need to sit down with one another and reach a truce.
I've been around longer than you have, kid. And I've seen my share of troubles. You're not the only one who knows what it's like to lose somebody. It looks like neither of us has led a charming life, have we? Still, it's not that bad. At least you and I have been lucky enough to find new comrades to help fill the void.
Laziness is the mother of all bad habits. But ultimately she is a mother and we should respect her. If comrades that you trust gather around you, hope can take physical form and become visible. That`s what I believe...