But we two have to live with our mistakes.
That's how love got lost ... when we started laying down rules for when love should or shouldn't appear.
Nobody is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry.
Everyone has his or her own way of learning things, he said to himself. His way isn't the same as mine, nor mine as his. But we're both in search of our Personal Legends, and I respect him for that.
A mental hospital, insanity, an insane asylum, where people were not ashamed to say that they were crazy, where no one stopped doing something they were enjoying just to be nice to others.
However, he often feels challenged by those whom he teaches the sword. His disciples call him to combat.
How can I know that I am living my life?
Be proud of the scars in your soul. They will help and teach you.
The srongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness.