Sometimes I ignore you so I feel in control 'Cause really, I adore you and I can't leave you alone

Will I ever be forgiven for the crime of my life? Will it haunt me till I die?

You were almost asleep, halfway undressed I lay right down next to you Held your head against my chest And a guy with any kind of courage Would maybe stop to think the matter through Maybe hold you still and raise the question Instead of blindly holding on to you

As long as you do good things, maybe you can one day be good... But then they said we don't believe that anymore and it's only what's in your heart that matters. Just when I thought I got it right, they changed it.

- Don't worry. I can do this properly. This is the story that I adore the most. I know I can definitely watch it until my dying day and not get sick of it. - But you might grow to hate the story you love the most one day. - If that happens… That will be the price I must pay.

The first time I tasted somebody else's spit, I had a coughing fit I mistakenly called them by your name I was let down, it wasn't the same

my brother'd really like to see a human... so, y'know, it'd really help me out... if you kept pretending to be one.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

I loved you so much it was making me sick

All of my life I spent searching the words Of poets and saints and prophets and kings And now at the end, all I know that I've learned Is that all that I know is I don't know a thing

Before I can be happy, I want something. I want to be valuable! So valuable that no one will abandon me, and everyone will take care of me!

Love was when he came to me Begging on his bended knees To please have pity on his heart And let him lay me in the dirt

I have accepted it And I forgive you I am this monster in this maze and in a way I'll live forever

She wanted to tell him. Tell him that there was a world that didn't need his sacrifice to be saved. She thought that, if it was her, she should be able to do it. Because she was most proficient at lying than anyone alive, after all.

That's the pain That cuts a straight line down through the heart We call it love

there is a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you to a person, even if you have spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother's front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.

There's a strange exhilaration In such total detestation It's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit it came on fast Still I do believe that it can last And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long

I'm not supposed to think your death wish is cool But then I see you knocking back tequilas by the pool

But if this changed your life, did you have one before?

Why...am I alive? ...I should've died...in the year 1986. ...No, I must really have died. And yet, ...my dead soul is still locked up inside this cage of flesh. So I'll ask someone. If no one answers, ...I'll do it myself. Someone, please, ...let me die.

Well, if you cannot call me Beloved, then I suppose you should continue to call me Fool. For I am ever the Fool to your Fitz.

These teenage hands will never touch yours again

I've got you You've got whatever's left of me to get

I can’t turn this thing off It keeps following me Used to be so human, now it’s just a machine

Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.

I was once a human. I want to be a human. I want to love a human. I am a human. I love you.

I will see your body bare And still I will live here

You deserved better from me than one sword and a world of troubles.

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I gotta fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

I'm not sure if it's love anymore But I've been thinking of you fondly for sure

My sister died because of me... Perhaps this will begin to atone for that... Perhaps in the afterlife... She can forgive me.

Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

I was not a 'protagonist' like Yoo Joonghyuk, nor was I a 'writer' like Han Sooyoung. However, because I was neither the protagonist nor the writer, maybe there was something only I could do. Maybe I could remember that one thing that the protagonist couldn't see and the writer had forgotten about.

Hypocrite that you are, for you trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals. All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?

I don't know, okay!! I don't know!!!! I'm not good at anything! I'm a fraud! I don't know what I'm doing!! I'm not that smart! I'm so afraid of failure that everything I do has to be funny! Because if I'm not serious, it's not like I was really trying!

The world is nothing. Love formed it. The world vanishes without trace. What is left is love.

Some flowers bloom Where the green grass grows Our praise is not for them But the ones who bloom in the bitter snow We raise our cups to them

To right the countless wrongs of our day, we shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise. What a wonderful world such would be...

Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.

So we let him finish every dinner plate And we watched his tail say thanks, thanks, thanks And we tried to name him, but he ran away Once he knew his freedom was at stake

I have so much fun fightin' ya, I can't help but feel good 'bout it. The more we fight, the more pumped up I get! I could fight ya forever!

I keep dreaming that he’ll kill us And we’ll share a shallow grave

I'm sure that we'll overcome this fate. You'll be there with me, Hanyuu. Let's look up at the blue sky when that happens. I'm sure that the sky of the summer of 1983 is more beautiful than any sky we've ever seen.

If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours.

I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Sometimes I love you But it's hard to say There are times when I don't love I can't love anything in this world

It's a goddamn joke how we can hurt even in the sun

You were prepared to rip open my heart and drink at its warm fountain of blood. I was still alive then. But now I will wrench open my heart and pour its blood over you. I will be satisfied if, when my own heart has ceased to beat, your breast houses new life.

The world is nothing. Love formed it. The world vanishes without trace. What is left is love.

...why? ...why are you being... so nice to me? I can't understand. I can't understand! I just can't understand...