She will hurt you like hurt the roses, not by its thorns, when a rose hurt you it’s always by its beauty

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

If the dead May talk, they might envy our life and our freedom. But if we can bring them back to life, they would envy the death more than everything

Who are we? What have we become?. I have no longer the courage to answer those questions...

I have always loved the time before dawn because there is no-one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it is easier to remember who I am

What is better: a lie that draws a smile, or a truth that draws a tear?