My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.