What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thine, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of the final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy...
I'm alive because I'm living,
I'm alive because I've found the reason to exist,
Now nothing nor nobody can take away this desire to live.
I dunno what's up with me putting that photo here.
That plate of spaghetti was my breakfast.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.