“The two that are one, the one that is all!”

That is the curse of immortality: to watch the world change, to see everything you know wither.

Water is the life – giver and the death-bringer.

No man is ever just one thing.

We had little or no emotion. We lacked the capacity to feel fear, to experience love, to enjoy the sensations of happiness and delight.The finest warriors are not only those who do not fear, but those who are without anger.

The line between confidence and arrogance is very fine, and the line between arrogance and stupidity even finer.

Great change always comes down to the actions of a single person.

Impatience and stupidity claim more victims than any weapon.

He is many things – dangerous and devious, cunning and deadly, a good friend and an implacable enemy – but he comes from an age when a man’s word was indeed precious.

The day we stop learning is the day we die.

Peo­ple who start think­ing deep dark thoughts in the mid­dle of a war start ex­pect­ing to lose.

it is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death.

The strong survive, but the courageous triumph.

Wait. Look. Notice. If you keep those three words in mind, you just might survive the next few days.

Fools lie, clever men stick to the truth.

Once begun, change cannot be reversed.

You’re saying we lost the powers of magic because we grew lazy.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

We were together. I forget the rest.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Eeveryone says you can only fall in love one, but thats not true because every time i see you i fall in love with you all over again.

I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.

Always remember this: ‘A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses.’

I definitely know that love is the most powerful thing of all.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.