08 7 / 2012
"To become beautiful, you must endure pain.
To become perfect, you must hold in sadness.
Where is the flower which blooms without getting soaked by the pouring rain?
Where is the flower which blooms without getting swayed by the wind?"
19 5 / 2012
"As babies, we were easy. One cry meant you were hungry, another you were tired. It’s only as adults that we become difficult. They start to hire feelings, put up walls. It gets to the point where we don’t really know what anyone thinks or feels. Without meaning to, we become masters of disguise."