𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑫’𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑹

when   one   chooses   to    𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠   𝙩𝙝𝙚   𝙬𝙖𝙮   of   the    𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄  ,    you   are   both    𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁  and   𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚈.  

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the Empire is gone.

i had to see for myself if it was true.

all this time, and you still haven’t figured it out?

no one deserves execution, no matter what their crimes.

what greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause?

i’m beginning to wonder if you’re capable of trusting anybody.

in the end, you’ve lost something as well.

you are all of these things, ___,  and  yet you are nothing.

tyrants and heroes rise and fall, and historians sort out the pieces.

you can try to kill me. you’ll fail, but you can try.

now do you understand the travails of my existence?

shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?

love itself with save you, not condemn you.

nothing could make me feel safer than to be loved by you.

could i have returned to the light, as you did?

in the end, as the darkness takes me, i am nothing.

i alone must accept responsibility for my fate.

it takes effort to be properly irreverent at my age.

don’t start thinking this war, your war, is more important than any other war just because you’re in it.

are you saying what we’re doing isn’t important?

you think i’m some kind of monster, don’t you?

i’m allowed to be enigmatic when i want to be.

i wonder when people will stop underestimating me?

driving me insane is your idea of a good time?

any failure to get the results i want is due to a lack of power on my part.

can i break his neck now? it’s been a long-time fantasy of mine

i see you intend to be childish about this.

complain all you want, but i know you love it

once we pass beyond this door, we can never go back.

sometimes anger and hatred are deserved and right.

the foolish delusions of a child. but this child made it happen!

you cannot hide from what you once were.

i’m someone you don’t want to get on the bad side of.

okay, you’ve made your point. now shut up and kiss me.

i could’ve stopped him. i could have stopped it all.

someday, you’ll have to make a choice, and there won’t be any going back.

you’re just a travelling piece of bad luck, aren’t you?

you are very harsh. i like you.

i know this may sound strange, but only my compassion stands in my way now.

i am content with the impression i give.

the apprentice has learned his final lesson

losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen, the worst thing is to lose your reason for living.

how could i have been so ignorant?

the bravest thing i ever did was continuing my life when i wanted to die.

i wish i could tell you how lonely i am.

when you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment.

to hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing: this is analytical despair.

i have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition.

anyone who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

some days you think you can’t go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair.

the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

those who make us believe that anything’s possible are often the ones who have survived the bleakest of circumstances.

it is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.

there is a dark place calling to me, but i will not go just yet.

i can still hear the screams, they wake me in the night.

you have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair; in the end, it's all a question of balance.

to be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing.

does anything in nature despair except man?

people see what they think is there.

whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair.

some people are silently struggling with burdens that would break our backs.

everywhere there is conflict and unkindness.

those who have every reason to despair, but don’t, may have the most to teach us.

why does it have to be like this?

do not let arrogance go to your head and despair to your heart.

i don't know how to be this kind of villain.

life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life.

i cannot do it, i cannot bear it; i cannot go back to what i was here.

despair suggests you are in total control and know what is coming; you don't.

it's funny how despair can soon become an old companion.

when all else is lost, the future still remains.

i have lost everything.

there's only one great evil in the world today, despair.

how do i tame my pain?

i shouldn't be so lucky.

i despise wisdom and the blessings of this world; it is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage.

sometimes you can cry until there's nothing wet in you and it still makes no difference.

the whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow; it probably won't come.

it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair.

i had to experience despair, i had to sink to the greatest mental depths in order to experience grace.

my days are as long as despair can make them.

the only real laughter comes from despair.

the difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts.

it is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

despair is the price one pays for self-awareness; look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.

i have had to experience so much stupidity, so much error, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew.

grief is one big, gaping hole, isn’t it?

you can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.

in the next world i could not be worse than i am in this.

you can tell a lot from a person's nails; when a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.

in the midst of happiness or despair, do what is right and you will be at peace.

some days you don’t want to go on because it’s easier to give up than to get hurt again.

the thing that binds us together is that we have both lowered our expectations of life.

there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall.

whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair.

it is for your own good to love a daredevil rather than a holy coward.

life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

it’s awful, telling it like this, isn’t it?

you aren’t falling apart, you’re well beyond that.

urgency and despair don't get along well.

i do not like the idea that one day i shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on in my absence.

never trust the advice of a man in difficulties.

i need to be alone.

when someone is in despair, it means they still believe in something.

despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

we can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets, and for what? to sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.

sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success.

do you love me enough that i am allowed to be damaged?

the heart has no tears to give, it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

the greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world as if it were nothing at all.

it is easy to be thankful when all is well.

it's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped.

if you knew everything that was going to happen next, if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions: you'd be doomed.

do you love me enough that i am allowed to be weak in some places?

the wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill; an animal never knew despair.

why does life have to be so short, with all the good things passing quickly?

you may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor.

sit it out, let it all pass, let it go.

this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

i didn't mean to drown myself, i meant to swim till i sank—but that's not the same thing.

some days simply lay on you like stones.

who are these so called heroes and where do they come from?

if i showed you how much i wanted you, you'd run away.

it was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.

who ever said there'd be good news?

i found that words like hope and faith were only letters, randomly put together into something meaningless.