The aphorism is where the poet and the thinker meet to pass a secret message.
We walk among strangers as among ghosts.
It is hard to admit your feelings, but harder still to admit the trivial things that engender them.What makes us think that love is the answer? Our heart.
I don't need to be loved for who I am. I need to be loved in spite of who I am.
You must occasionally allow people to be tired and sick of you so they can love you again.
The greatest aphrodisiac is love
Sex is driving around enjoying the ride. Love is traveling — often to a place you have never been before.
A person can get killed trusting someone, but a person will die if they do not.
Happiness does not only come from doing what you want to do, happiness also comes from doing what you should be doing.
The price of happiness — is unhappiness.
I constantly construct a narrative for my feelings.
It is hard to admit your feelings, but harder still to admit the trivial things that engender them.
Our desire for things gets in the way of our understanding of things.
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