Love is not just something that happens. Love is what one decides to offer to someone.
A soulful woman loves a man not for who he is, but for what he may become.
You believe in love, just as a child believes in Santa Claus or a fairy tale.β βWhat is love then, if not a fairy tale meant for adults?
Not every kind of knowledge is good. One must confine oneβs curiosity to a single direction.
It is our expectation of how things should be, it is our anticipation of the future, which puts us in a state of misery.
The only key to greatness is humiliation; self or public.