Character: Laya

- Maybe. But you will remain human. It seems to me that for this it is worth sacrificing a lot, even reason.

I am even more tormented by loneliness - this happens when you open your heart to someone and realize that you did it in vain.

For me, desire is not a simple need of the body. This is not a cover. It's not warm. This is a fire that does not give light, only heat, destroying, taking away everything without a trace. The longer you suppress it, the more it burns you. You forget that you need shelter. Forget that you need warmth. There is only one thing: it is the thirst that you feel but cannot quench, and the loneliness that you feel.

Or maybe, deceived and betrayed so many times, I finally learned to hear the truth? And now she is ready to believe that she won because she simply fought to the end, while others would have already surrendered.

Sometimes the weak are worse than the evil.

His smile was like a sunrise after a long, dark night.

“Because intelligent plans, unlike insane ones, never work,” she said.

It only takes a split second to derail your whole life. And in order to fix everything, you need to take so many correct steps! And it seems that between one successful attempt and the next there is a whole ocean. But at that moment I decided that I would overcome any distance, over and over again, until I won. I will not give up.

Perhaps, in grief, as in battle: you will sip it with interest and temper. And the next time grief overtakes you, like a squadron of death-bearing swordsmen, you will harden from within, preparing for the agony of a broken heart. When it collapses, it will hurt, but not so crushingly, because there is no longer any weakness left in you, only anger and strength.

Few people like it if someone sees his suffering, and grief makes him suffer the most.

But I am not.

Where there is life, there is hope. My hope flashed like a candle in the dark.

There are two types of guilt. One is a heavy burden and the other is the one that ignites your soul with a new purpose. Let your guilt fill you with purpose. Let it remind you of who you want to be. Draw an imaginary line and never cross it. You have a soul. She's hurt, but she's there. Don't let them take her away from you.

I don't need to believe in the supernatural. Especially now, when in reality everything is worse than in nightmares.