A wound to the back is a warrior's greatest shame.
What's wrong with taking the path that's easiest, that will let me live longer? I'll decide how I use my life!
Emilia, your kindness is the one thing that can heal me.
You don't get it, A million sorry's is not equal to one thank you.
I have only one wish: for all to be equal. I desire to create a nation where all citizens are equal.
When you said that you hate yourself, it made me want to tell you all the wonderful things I know about you.
I guess, as long as I have life, all I can do is fight with all my might.
Ever since that fiery night, my time has been stopped. But it was you who melted my frozen heart and kindly made my stopped time begin to move forward again.
I have no strength, but I want it all. I have no knowledge, but all I do is dream. There's nothing I can do, but I struggle in vain!
You stole my sister's horn and stole my reason to live but that wasn't enough? Now you have come here, and stole my reason to die, too?
No matter how silly it is, you can talk about tomorrow because you have a tomorrow.
All I do is talk a big game, and make myself sound like a big shot, when I can't do anything! I never do anything yet I can complain like a pro. Who do I think I am?! It's amazing that I can live like this and not feel ashamed!
No matter what happens, even when it looks like you're gonna lose, when no one else believes in you, when you don't believe in yourself, I will believe!
I can't imagine this will make things any easier, but this is all I can do.
All those times I got hurt, all the crying I did, all the pain I felt, all the fighting I did with my life at stake… and my reward was her name and a single smile. Jeez… talk about unequal compensation.
I love it when you stroke my hair. I feel as if we can understand each other through the contact between your hand and my hair. I love your voice. Just hearing you say one word makes my heart feel warmer. I love your eyes. Normally, they look stern, but when you're being kind to someone, I love the way they soften. I love your fingers. For a boy, you have such lovely fingers. But when they clutch me, I know they are the strong, slender fingers of a man. I love the way you walk. When we walk together, I love the way you occasionally turn, to make sure I keep up. I love the way you look when you sleep. You look unguarded, like an infant, and your eyelashes are on the long side. When I touch your cheek, you calm down… and when I playfully touch your lips, you don't even notice… and it makes my heart ache terribly. I love you.
It was rough. It was so painful. I was so scared. I was so sad. It hurt so much, I thought I'd die. I tried so hard… I tired so hard! I was so desperate, so desperate to make everything right! It's the truth. I've honestly never tried so hard at anything in my life! Because I loved this place… because it was so important to me! I was so desperate to get back. I was scared… I was so scared! I didn't want those eyes looking at me like that again… and I hated myself so much for feeling that way!