“Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?”
“Why did God make women so beautiful and man with such a loving heart?”
“I’m curious about why there’s so much honor given to death, when there is no honor in losing someone you love.”
“Why did you make me?" you said."I made you so that I could love you," I said.”
“Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much? ”
“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over?I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.”