I believe the test of government is the contentment of the people.
Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?
It's like a spell. It's so strong I can't fight it. Is love always like this?
How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?
She entered a state where prayer and poetry became one and the everyday world seemed full of holiness and significance.
I am not made for despair