Tyrants have only one problem in life.They simply just wanna rule everything.

Eyes shows lies.

News told, rumors heard, truth implied, facts buried.

Truth often sacrificed for the sake of stability and peace.

If I tell you not to follow me, it ain't because I hate you, kiddo.I just don't want you feel dissapointed...when seeing the truth.

There are many things which can not be expressed by words. There are many words which can not be spelled by human tongue. There are many tongues which utter one single truth.

Price of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.

Nobody wants to tell a truth which harms himself.

Maybe, it is easier to forget the past, than to overcome the pain caused by it.Maybe, it is one of some other reasons, why men forget their prehuman ancestor.

Truth is something believed in heart.Fact is anything happened in realities.

A bitter reality of truth can be wisely told in a sweet tale of lullaby.

Nobody is a cure.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

Pearls are congealed oyster spit.

Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed. His leg still hurt, it was still dark, he was still alone and the self-pity had accomplished nothing.

I'm pretty conservative on a lot of things. I don't want to get hurt.

Mistrust the man who finds everything good, the man who finds everything evil and still more the man who is indifferent to everything.

Our society really needs to take a better look at what we're selling, because I think women being empowered will be as beneficial to men as it is to us.

At Epcot Center the Disney corporation has focused its attention on two things greatly in need of Disneyfication: the tedious future and the annoying whole wide world.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.