This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
She was lost in her longing to understand.
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
We'll grow old waiting.
Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.