When does the loneliness of old age begin?
The soul of a child is as complicated and full of contradictions as our soul is.
Children, being small and weak, have little market value.
I am a butterfly drunk with life. I don't know where to soar, but I won't allow life to clip my beautiful wings.
I have signed a pact with life: we will not get in each other's way
I am well versed in reading the pages of war.