They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.