Freedom i sbeing able to do the same desired things when you get up every morning.
We people are creatures of contradiction. Just look at us: we live in self-styled prisons, only we call them "home, family, relatives, and tradition"...Then we suffocate and go insane within these walls, but guard their collapse with our own lives.
'Women are not like us, sir! They do not have standard reactions like us men'
'They all have their own reactions. It's us men who act homogeneously, and who immediately accuse women of being unpredictable and inscrutable when we feel threatened by them!'
you're life is a portrait of the place(s) you've lived in.
Sometimes, though rarely, you are lucky and you experience a miracle. Because you meet someone who's familiar with your language. (God how we love miracles!). It does not matter at all how old we are at that point.
The worst nightmare is the one you awake into.
Children begin to understand their parents in their thirties.
The most painful wound is realizing that you are the one who's mistaken. The only permanent scar is caused by a betrayal of counsciousness! The hardest mistakes to forgive are in fact those commited by one's own self...
Every person is and should be valuable but (why hide it?) those we love, even from afar, even in we haven't met them, are more valuable. Particularly those we can love after having gotten to know them.
What makes death most unfair is that it tears one away from one's most dearly beloved.
Children and people who never grow up believe in perfection!
Mothers are the strongest sould God created in the world. The mother of every creature is the strongest among those creatures.
A person should either correct a painful situation or get away from it.
Life is a temporary miracle of our common sense that whispers to us when, where and who to trust.
Love reaches its zenith only when it is the triumph of the impossible.
How love inflames a person...At first from joy then from pain...How lovely it is, and how much it hurts!
Love is the most exquisite of torments, the deepest of joys.
Nothing is more frightening to a man than the emotional outbursts of women.
The skies are everyone's country. The stars...they are the hope of us all.
Is there anyone who has been able to take complete control of her life? Is life something to be organized? For God's sake, what does it mean to organize your life in a time tunnel where anything is possible at any given moment, where no love, once possessed, can breathe freely, and where the thing called consistency is ripped to shreds? Who makes up these concepts and unleashes them upon society?
Anyway, aren't we all somewhat guilty for the deaths and miseries we were unable to prevent? Don't all of us have an element of the murderer, the thief, and the depraved, when we are watching fires, breakdowns, poverty, war and robberies? Come on now, don't be shy! That's how we all are!
Youth is the only true age when one knows. When one grows older, he only remembers.
Someday women and men will acquire equal rights, but it will never be possible for them to comprehend one another.
Those who have personally witnessed the fact that man is the cruelest and most vengeful creature on earth are doomed to be alone forever...They will not ever want to be relatives, friends, or ever acquaintances with any man or womankind again.
Logic is initially perceiving everything emotionally, and not denying it! Every type of intellectual activity is neccessarily processed through an emotional understanding, and this is not anything to be ashamed of.
The soil is ready and I am ready to form new and real footprints.
I am returning.
I smile, thinking it is lovely to awake.
No matter what the situation might be, it's lovely to awake!