Những người sử dụng tay trái là do quỷ sứ sinh ra - Colleen McCullough

He said, “No one else can ever feel your pain.”
One corner of her mouth lifted in a stern smile. “Yes. That’s a
comfort, isn’t it? It may not be enviable, but my pain is mine.

Fu cosi' semplice, cosi facile: mi innamorai.

Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.