The Wolvarine

It’s better this way. A little lonelier but better.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

Sometimes the sins you haven’t committed are all you have left to hold onto.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances. Sometimes things just end.

Torment yourself as little as possible, then you’ll torment me less.