Wow, these few days happen alot of things that made me think a lot. One last thing happened that made me think alot. I read a manga called "Midori days" lawl. I don't really like to read what everyone is reading, so I buy different mangas at my own pace. I especially like to buy a whole manga series in bulk, and read them all in one day. The effect of the last volume works better this way. You can really feel the characters as though you're reading the novel. My kind of mangas are romance, basketball, fantasy, and total unrelated humour. MidoriDays is a romance manga=P. Anyways, after reading the final volume, alot of phrases came through my head, as the feeling of emotions swept through my body. Man I envy the characters of all the mangas I read.
Here are some of the phrases and things I thought of after reading it.
Time floated away, leaving our cheeks with the lovely scent of the sun.

With every ending, a new beggining is formed.

Smiling through the tears of sadness, with a whisper, she disapears with the wind. A cherry blossom petal lands on the right hand of the broken hearted.

Three words can make the greates impact known to mortal man.

We were put here with no purpose. We live, is so that we can search for it. Our purpose in life is to find it.
This requires explaining. kinda like when a scientist experiments with something just to see what it would do.

There is no power greater than the power of love. It can change hearts, It can create passion, it will protect. It is ever lasting and never changing. Love longs and waits. Love? Love is its own reward.

A mask of laughter hides the crushed heart from the oblivious soul. A street lamp shines down. Tears glisten as they slide down the face of the broken.

Life is really what we expect it to be. But sometimes, life hands us our head on a platter when we fail in love. ( below is all quotes from wikiquote.)

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." as quoted by Neil Gaiman.

When that time comes, we just need to pick ourselves up and move on. Love is a wonder, without love, life is dull and meaningless.

"Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are. "

Honest to goodness, you have to admit this is true. I swear, I would still be a lazy ass fat bastard is it weren't for love. You know what else is true?

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. " as quoted by Plato.

I was just innocently surfing the web, when I thought of her. Every boy has his her, you know who I mean. Which led me to think, what is love? After trying myself to give a good defination of it, I go to my almighty source of information: Wikipedia. Sooner or later, I found a whole list of quotes of love, or what it is like.

Well, I'll end off with these last phrases. Think about them.

All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. . . . When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Love is a minefield. You take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess that's human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow up than be single.