Make me lose control of myself, "do you really know yourself?what is happening to you?

People fear what they don't understand.

we have an opportunity to do great thing in this world.

I've been toldThat it's not enough toWish for dreams, that IHave to work themInto reality.

Those who don't understand your silence, Will never understand your words

I'd like to go with you, but I wanna stay home with you

Mom in the night The time will come Forests will be regrown People will be reborn When that happens Time will be remembered in history Because we won't count time anymore

I knowThat I can't sit hereAnd expect my silenceTo evoke changeWithout reason.

I haven't forgottenThat I have to grow upAnd someday live withoutYour voice, your opinion--Making my own decisions.

I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.Is this I wonder, how my whole life will be?

I no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat. Then I hear the sound of my fathers voice saying, come, be silent with me!

It is the sweat of the servants that make their squire look smart.

It's funny, the moment you dread the most, seeing yourself bald, is actually not such a bad moment at all.

Nothing that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love

Why carve? It's a better sculpture that way. I'll never improve the block. So I just started using uncarved blocks.

Sometimes the problem outshines the pain.

You are what you do repeatedly every day. If excellence is something you're striving for, then it's not an accident. It's a habit.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

To judge a composer's work, one must consider it as a whole.

Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in the most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.

Cautious age suspects the flattering form, and only credits what experience tells.