Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.
Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?
And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.
Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.
You can have pride in what you do each day, but not arrogance in what you were born with.
I did not lose myself all at once.