"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

If you love something - let. If it is yours - it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I'm with you.

I do not believe there is a method better than Montessori for making children sensitive to the beauties of the world and awakening their curiosity regarding the secrets of life.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.