"Our love is made of paper like the flowers you gave me, and on the paper it will remain, forever written in my words. And if it turns into anything...
If you own me and own my life, I will be your slave. The slave does not think, has no will of his own, much less shine in his eyes. He simply...
Roberto Shinyashiki and Eliana Dumet
Serenity is the daughter of reason.
Seneca
Looking closely, a dream is not something without danger. It's like a pistol with two triggers. If you live too long you end up hurting someone.
William Faulkner
Love is suffering the silence of one's own pain. There is no more beautiful silence. Than the silence of love.
Unknown
Charity is the language of God in the human soul.
Saint Augustine