Life asked Death, “Why do people love me, but hate you?” Death responded, “Because you are a beautiful lie and I’m a painful truth.”
Life asked Death, “Why do people love me, but hate you?” Death responded, “Because you are a beautiful lie and I’m a painful truth.”
You know, outside the circus, most people were afraid of me. But I didn’t hate them. I pitied them. Do you know why? Because most people will never know anything beyond what they see with their own two eyes.
- Nightcrawler
We do have a lot in common. The same air, the same Earth, the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at what’s the same instead of always looking at what’s different… well, who knows?
- Meowth
I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
- Galileo