Love Is, After All, A Curse Of

I Receive Your Love And I Give You Mine. Not The Love Of A Man For A Woman, Not The Love Of A Father For A Child, Not The Love Of God For His Creatures, But A Love With No Name And No Explanation, Like A River That Cannot Explain Why It Follows A Particular Course, But Simply Flows Onwards. A Love That Asks For Nothing And Gives Nothing In Return; It Is Simply There. I Will Never Be Yours And You Will Never Be Mine; Nevertheless, I Can Honestly Say: I Love You

The Martyr Finds Her Way To Self-knowledge Through Pain, Suffering, And Surrender.

What They Forget Is That, From Ancient Greece On, The People Who Returned From Battle Were Either Dead On Their Shields Or Stronger, Despite And Because Of Their Scars.

A Warrior Knows That The Ends Do Not Justify The Means. Because There Are No Ends, There Are Only Means.

Dreaming Carries No Risks. The Dangerous Thing Is Trying To Transform Your Dreams Into Reality.