You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.
Anne FortierShe laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these womenโs lives. Whatever it was, I was clearly missing it. It was so much more than just self-confidence; it seemed to be the ability to love oneself, enthusiastically and unsparingly, body and soul, naturally followed by the assumption that every man on the planet is dying to get in on the act.
Anne FortierThink about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.
Anne Fortier