They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
If a fanatic is willing to give his life for a cause, he's probably willing to give yours as well I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.