The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.
She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.
No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.
Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.
Old people, with other old people, are not so old.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.
One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.
Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.
It is life, more than death, that has no limits.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don't cry because it is over... smile because it happened.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.
The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.
She was lost in her longing to understand.
Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.
Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.
There is always something left to love.
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