Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit,
Be to, neretai nutinka, kad labai mažas žmogus meta labai didelį šešėlį.
I am told that removing the head from the body is often mortal.
Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.
Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.
Mane įžeidžia tik melas, o nuoširdus patarimas – niekada.