Hey, Mob... Are you watching?

I'd wish that the time we spent together–even if only a portion–could light the way on their new journey.

Is all I could enough for you?

But who didn’t die with him was a humble person, or a sober one.

Back then, I couldn't help but admire this kid that walked into my life.

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

Do you recall the day when we went wrong? Time is flying, ease your weary mind, we'll be alone Where the skies are grey, where we belong Time is flying, ease your weary mind, we'll be alone

How can I keep silent? How can I stay quiet? My friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay, my friend Enkidu, whom I loved has turned to clay. Shall I not be like him, and also lie down, never to rise again, through all eternity?

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

You know, I've been thinking about you all this time.

Something kind of hit me today I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way People will hold us to blame It hit me today, it hit me today

In the night we are one 'Till the moment is gone 'Till my race has been run

In the low lamp light, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

I was once an architect. Now I'm just a… shadow of an architect.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Yes, the world. And to do that, you need neither physical strength nor kindness — but money and influence. People have no choice but to kneel before those forces.

The end is important in all things.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Gilgamesh said to him, to Utnapishtim the remote, “What can I do, Utnapishtim? Where can I go? A thief has stolen my flesh. Death lives in the house where my bed is, and wherever I set my feet, there Death is.”

Let's go home.

Become a good person, that is all.

You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything: The darkness that comes with every infinite fall And the shivering blaze of every step up.

If I could lay my hands on you, it is this I should do to you, and lash your entrails to your side.

I found you. Finally, I missed you. I've missed you for so long.

…Get better soon, doctor. And I'm so sorry for you.

And endless battle! We only dream of peace…

Well, I think you can be inseparable even if you're apart.

See the ashes over there, on the floor? Barely managed to do it before you arrived. Smart of me to burn them rather than eat them, I think. You're a surgeon - you would have dug it all out of my gut.

If we conquer our passions, it is only from their weakness than from our strength.

And we're not out of the tunnel I bet you, though, there's an end

Loneliness can only be so nice to me.

A scientist, thrown into the jaws of Death, hoping against hope to defeat Death. Welcomed by Death, ridiculed by Death, taunted by Death, and... fooled by Death.

Well, I'm certain that you're an idiot, and only one of us is right.

I'd wish that the time we spent together–even if only a portion–could light the way on their new journey.

Come on, I wouldn't go anywhere without you.

Hey, Mob... Are you watching?

I see the reflection of my epiphanies in your eyes. Who are you, my long-awaited guest?

And please... do not let go of my hand.

They are the same and they are not the same. They are the same and they hate each other for it.

Sylvain? Thank you.

The kiss—as if it knew what I did not yet—both full and formal. As one would kiss the ring of a cardinal, or the rim of that cold iron bell, whose speech can mean “Great joy,” or—equally—“The city is burning. Come.”

The way there is easy, so easy... but going back is the scary part.

Have I ever told you about my Thanatica? I'll tell you, in the way I'd tell a close, intimate friend...

I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Hmph. Don’t go weak in the knees now, Jacopo. How can I ever expect to go out into the world if I can’t even keep myself together for something as straightforward as this?

But have we ever really lived in better times?

I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong.

You crawled out of a grave, sweet child. Or maybe clawed your way right out of the bowels of the earth with your fingernails.

Today has proven that there are no miracles.

kaisar my poor meow meow... my baby my little baby who hurt so much but treats people with nothing but kindness forgive me for not being able to do more.. i tried my best i really did..