And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.
Your face is my heart
He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.
Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary.
I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.