I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.