Self-expression is a hard and selfish thing. It eats everything, even the self. At the end you find you haven't even got a self to express.
love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.
Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.
Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector.
The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.