“But no matter how hard I try, I still yearn forhugs/kisses/smiles/a hand to hold.”

“No matter how many tears I've cried. your still not there.no matter how sweet my smile was, you still di'dn't care. No matter how much affection I show.I'm still at the dark.No matter how much I love you, you still broke my heart.”

“No matter how hard I try, I can’t grow facial hair on my chest.”

“This however, wasn't an ideal world, and no matter how hard I tried to think of an answer, I had nothing.”

“And it is still true, no matter how old you are -- when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.”

“You understand nothing," I told him with a weary shake of the head, but I would not try to make him understand. That there was no justification for it: the murder of another, no matter how vile. We had all been wrong and, blackest of ironies, I had known this to hold that precious and wondrous thing, life, in my hands. To hold it in my hands before I destroyed it.”