Just as silence is clearly silver in some cases, in other cases the definition is crystal clear; the one who remains silent is a scoundrel.
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And peace is still in the restlessness of a dove, lonely and forlorn...
"In an age where language is silent and body speaks, I know it will not be easy to understand."
I have always had a hope whose color I don't know.
It was the best and worst of times; the age of wisdom and folly...
"They left the chorus of a song somewhere deep in our throats. They went away..." "They left the chorus of a song somewhere deep in our throats. They went away..."
In my heart, the bodies of people who died while alive…
There are some wounds that heal not with time, but with acceptance. There are some wounds that heal not with time, but with acceptance.
And think how lonely it is, If a small fish is caught in the waters of a vast sea.
What a beautiful thing it is to remember you
What a beautiful thing it is to remember you, To write about you, To lie on my back in prison and think of you: The words you said on such-and-such a day, in such-and-such a place, not the words themselves, but the world in their tone...
But if you ask, everyone is a Lodestar, everyone has been hurt, everyone has been deceived. So, who did the hurting, who hurt so many people? Get it into your head, evil is the very essence of this genre.
Hey helpless one, What are you looking for a solution for? What is there a solution for, what isn't? Write these things down. Maybe one day you'll find a solution. I'm not saying people shouldn't die. I don't want immortality. Neither for myself nor for others. What I want is for children not to die. It means I can't stand the death of children. I, who have never had a child, never had a childhood. I've never lived with children. My tears are not my shame. I remember crying before. But a thought: What if the other children die too? Then what will I do? But this is nonsense. I don't know if it's nonsense or not. This baby who suddenly died. I don't know if it's nonsense or not. I want only one thing. To overcome helplessness.
"Sadness is a very delicate, thin voice that is not easy to feel."
"Let's let loneliness sing. Let it write something. Let it go out into the street. Let's be simple."
"One must wash words. The word must be wind, the word must be rain. One must close umbrellas. One must walk in the rain. One must take thoughts and memories out into the rain. One must go out into the rain with all the townspeople. One must see friends in the rain. One must seek love in the rain. One must lie in the rain with a woman. One must play in the rain. One must write, speak, plant lilies in the rain. Life is getting wet step by step. Life is bathing in the pool of the present."
A person can only see the truth when he looks with his heart. What really needs to be seen cannot be seen by the eyes.
Don't tear yourself down like that, So sad, so strange... Wherever you are, Inside, outside, in class, in the classroom, Walk on—on—you, Spit in the face of the executioner, The opportunist, the mischief-maker, the traitor... Endure with the book, Endure with work. With nails, with teeth, With hope, with love, with dreams. Endure, don't disgrace me.
“There are some wounds that heal not with time, but with acceptance.”
"Every disease is a rebellion that begins in the soul and then spreads to the body."
Indeed, a person who is overly conceited thinks everyone in the world admires him.
Don't pay attention to me swaying like a dry leaf; My roots are firm, even if I shake, I won't break from my branch. It's not that easy, I won't be swept away by the wind; I won't give up on living until the last moment. How many storms have raged on the branches of my life; In none of them have I given up my hopes. Even if doomsday breaks within me, I am the spring of my tomorrows; I blossom after every winter...
It was not our losses that diminished us, but our assumptions.
There are things that never go away, never be forgotten, sir, there are things that one cannot shake off until one dies.
They become blind not when they lose their eyes, but when they lose their conscience. The most dangerous form of blindness is the unwillingness to see. This blindness leads societies to disaster; For more than the sight that cannot see, the conscience that cannot hear is a disaster.
You're tired, you've come from far away; You've lost everything you had, one by one. A health, a joy, a hope... They're almost gone too. The faces of those you considered friends Are as black as mirrors. Have the clouds dried up? You've turned into dry rivers. Like a clock falling on stones, Neither plus nor minus. A health, a joy, a hope It's all a story.
We're broken, and we'll be even more broken, but we'll see better days, too, kids.
My one hope is in you, do you understand?
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And our sadness was a childish selfishness. It was October...