All Love Stories Are The

We Forget That The World Is What We Imagine It To Be. We Stop Being The Sun And Become, Instead, The Pool Of Water Reflecting It.

The Soul Loves All Things Beautiful And Deep.

In The Intervals Between Battles, The Warrior Rests.

Love Is, After All, A Curse Of Suffering.

I Was Content In My Universe And Didn't Want To Change It At All, Even Though I Was Being Propelled In That Direction.