“The longer we live the more weight we carry in our hearts.”

Trapnest means “The Trapped Den” Once we enter it, we can’t get out by our own means I thought that that name could only come from a man who love having power over other.

Cinderella’s glass shoe was the perfect size…. so why did it slip off as she ran? It must have been to attract the attention of Prince Charming. I don’t see any other explanation.

The feeling that was born that night, how could i describe it?Words like love or lust just don’t seem right.

The loneliness caused by not hearing Ren’s voice… I felt it deep in the night. I felt it deeper than anyone else. Even now at times I look back.

Hey Nana, If Cinderella’s glass slipper fits so perfectly, I wonder why it fell off along the way?

Are you living everyday so that even if the end were to come you’d have to regrets?

I was happy anywhere I could see the ocean.

There are always people who love you, and people who need you. Because every person can’t go on living alone.

I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.

Getting carried away is stupid, it won’t get me anywhere. -Nana Komatsu

I want to protect my own happiness. I’m not an angel. I’m just a normal girl.

Sometimes isn’t it better to have some time and space to ourselves? We will have new perception of things.

I have the right to be hated.(Takumi)

I wanted to have a good relationship. One that’s romantic and dramatic, like in the movies. But I finally became a woman at 17 and learned that men aren’t really that simple.

I’m lucky that I’m afraid of losing something

That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don’t really know why. Nana’s hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

It’s always hard to wrap up a series. The longer I spend with the characters, the more they become like friends.

We are bound no longer by the straitjacket of the past and nowhere is the change greater than in our profession of arms. What, you may well ask, will be the end of all of this? I would not know! But I would hope that our beloved country will drink deep from the chalice of courage.

Writing in African languages became a topic of discussion in conferences, in schools, in classrooms; the issue is always being raised – so it’s no longer “in the closet,” as it were. It’s part of the discussion going on about the future of African literature.

Compassion automatically invites you to relate with people because you no longer regard people as a drain on your energy.

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.

Reality cannot be ignored except at a price; and the longer the ignorance is persisted in, the higher and more terrible becomes the price that must be paid.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can’t be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.