And now what will I do with the hours I spent thinking about you? The idleness hurts my bones.
I am what I know, but I don't always know what I know, sometimes what I know is very little, so I find myself insufficient, with everything I feel weak, with nothing better...
vitalves
How can someone love me like this? If sometimes even I can't like myself. How could Jesus die for me? And He will always be with me, until the end.
THAIS ESPINOLA
----do what you do best-----
Archer
The right question is usually more important than the right answer to the wrong question.
Alvin Tofller
Those who talk about the joys of love have certainly never loved. To love a being is to feel necessary, therefore, to feel ourselves in incessant precariousness...
Jean Rostand