In this world of gossip, a good listener is rarer than a great orator.
There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.
All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.
Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.
Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.
One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.