They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.