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“Oh! We have our pockets full,
we poets, of love-letters, writ to Chloes, Daphnes--creation of our noddle-heads. Our lady-loves,--phantasms of our brains.
--Dream-fancies blown into soap-bubbles! Come! Take it, and change feigned love words into true; I breathed my sighs and moans haphazard-wise; Call all these wandering love-birds home to nest. You'll see that I was in these lettered lines,
--Eloquent all the more, the less sincere!
--Take it, and make an end!”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“In times like these I always cheered myself up with a certain story. I forgot just when I first heard it, or who I heard it from... but, back when I was young it would cheer me up when I was feeling depressed. Basically, you think of life in terms of a single 24 hour day. So if you take the average human lifespan, to be around 72 years, then dividing that by 24... that comes to 3 years per hour. Meaning, that if you were 18 it'd only be 6 AM! 6 in the morning is nothing! Schools aren't even open by then! It's only been a couple of hours before sunrise, the day's just begun! So if you're 18, you can still fix you life by then! In fact even if you were 30 year old, that's still only 10 AM! The sun's still high, and there's still 2 hours until noon! You still have the whole afternoon to fix your life! You could still make something of yourself. I've always been thinking that, but... I'm now 45 years old! 45 divided by 3 is 15 meaning, that the time 3PM! Ring Ring Ring! I can hear the clock, ringing in my mind! There's only 2 hours before work is over at 5PM! I can't redo anything, it's almost time to go home already.”
― Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Saikyō Densetsu Kurosawa 9

“(...) tú sólo, tú, has suspendido
la pasión a mis enojos,
la suspensión a mis ojos,
la admiración al oído.

Con cada vez que te veo
nueva admiración me das,
y cuando te miro más,
aún más mirarte deseo.

Ojos hidrópicos creo
que mis ojos deben ser,
pues cuando es muerte el beber
beben más, y desta suerte,
viendo que el ver me da muerte
estoy muriendo por ver.

Pero véate yo y muera,
que no sé, rendido ya,
si el verte muerte me da
el no verte qué me diera.
Fuera más que muerte fiera,
ira, rabia y dolor fuerte;
fuera muerte, desta suerte
su rigor he ponderado,
pues dar vida a un desdichado
es dar a un dichoso muerte.”
― Pedro Calderón de la Barca

“Am I as admirable as that ant?”
― Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Saikyō Densetsu Kurosawa 11