... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
All unlived emotions turn to inanity.
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.