I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.
I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
After all, I do not have so many ways of proving that I am free. We is always free at the expense of someone else. It is a bother,but it is normal.
You have so much inside you, and the noblest happiness of all. Donโt just wait for a man to come along. Thatโs the mistake so many women make. Find your happiness in yourself.