Character: Oral

People rarely say what I wanted to say really.

The desire to have those who can't give anything, wears out the heart.

Only someone who has lived a long life knows how many years of feeling that permeated through the whole heart, might dry up and fade in a short time.

Love sometimes is just hatred for nine-tenths, but it remains love.

The anger didn't help me to protect myself from the truth; anger for fatigue.

Memory, is to Wake her up, turns into the power of a despot.

Sometimes I wondered who and why sends us endlessly successive days and nights, winter and spring, years and decades? So sometimes you silly boy all the whistling and whistling catchy melody, until the audience begins to wonder how he himself is not bothered.

That's the advantage of the male sex. The gods never forgive the women that they are women.

Only now I realized the great power of wine and guessed why men become drunkards. Not that the wine has dispelled all my sorrows, but it gave them some special greatness and nobility.
It's kind of like a sad, solemn music when you feel sorry for yourself, but because you self regret, I feel very good man.

It is a strange feeling to see the ordinary person, such as yourself, and know that one of you will kill the other. I first thought how strange it sounds the word "kill"; thought I heard it for the first time.

Prepare for the big event commonly lasts a lot longer than it itself.

The prisoner endures his prison, yet there is no hope for escape. She only needs to appear if he would breathe the air of freedom, as he terrified looks on their straw bed and shivers at the sound of shackles.

Surely you believe I'm going to pry your secret? Never in my life. Friends should not infringe upon the freedom of each other. My perseverance will pull us apart more than your stealth.

If the gods can change the past, why they didn't change it at least sometimes out of pity for us?