Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

as a bird swoops down on it's prey, and assumes this land bound wretch into heaven, so did romeo steal her lips before they fled him again. suspended somewhere between cherubs and devils, his quarry ceased to buck, and he spread his wings wide and let the rising wind carry them off across the sky, until even the predator himself had lost every hope of returning home. within that one embrace, [he] became aware of a feeling of certainty he had not thought possible for anyone - even the virtuous. with her in his arms, all other women, past, present, and future, simply ceased to exist.

But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?" I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.

Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.