It's not over yet. If we don't end it, nothing can start. Even if nothing at all begins, we must still put an end to it.
What's wrong with wanting to keep the man you love out of harm's way?
Even if he hates me, being able to die with the knowledge that the one I love will never forget me… there is no greater happiness a woman could desire.
O anger, turn to heat, dry up my brains! This mad thirst for vengeance must be quenched… no matter how cruel and merciless I must become!
To lose the woman you loved, not even being able to grieve… if not a tragedy, what is it?
Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
What would you ask a grave, which can never reply? What do you pray for? Saying anything after someone's death is far too late.
In this crazy-ass world, there's no point in playing the blame game.
How much weight can a simple promise carry?
If you dislike the situation, use your strength to change it.
Tomorrow's promise will never come. I wonder how many of tomorrow's promises have disappeared as though they have never existed.
Lovers don't need words to communicate.
Let's face the truth, without relying on any dreamlike power.
What exactly would change if I wanted revenge, was consumed by hatred, or went insane with rage?
Rumors, at times, can be more severe than the truth.
Just because it's illogical, that doesn't make it wrong.
But even if I acted sad over it, nothing would change. Even if I cry, nothing would change.
The subtle light that is born when people's feelings come together. That light embraces felicity, evil, sin, and happiness. The light blazes forth... illuminating the whole truth.
We don't know if this world is real or a dream. Maybe the world until now has been a convenient fake. But magic will probably disappear now. The dream is over. Miracles are irrational by nature.