You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.