Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'
Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.
if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.