He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.
No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.
She felt the abyss of disenchantment.
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.
A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.