Regardless of the type, classification, intensity, size or shape, I know I love you, I know it's love. There is no way to classify forms of love, much less the in...
You, my sister: Sometimes a well of mystery Sometimes you wake up with no humor Sometimes you have no patience Sometimes an impenetrable silence Sometimes no one deserves you...
Marcia C. Quintas
I am convinced that we not only love ourselves in others, but also hate ourselves in them.
Georg Lichtenberg
I got into the habit of never giving reasons for a refusal. Refusing by giving reasons is not refusing.
Émile-Auguste Chartier
The terreiro of Iemanjá is white sand. White lace skirts.
Pedro Xisto
We are all responsible for everything, to everyone.
Fyodor Dostoevsky