The agony in my fears mirrors the blood of my bitter solitude.

We enjoy warmth because we have been cold.
We appreciate light because we have been in darkness.
By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.

Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome

Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat

"This way for the lost city,
This way for the lost people,
This way for eternal suffering,
All hope abandon, ye who enter here..."

Light thinks it's the fastest thing in the universe. but thats not true. no matter how fast light travels it always finds the darkness there waiting for it.