Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams.

‎"As Oedipus learned, the more you run away from what is predetermined the more you run toward it.

Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams.

Sometimes love worked out, but more often it failed

Needing someone doesn't make you weak, it makes you feel. And feeling is how you know you're alive.

Keep in mind that television, magazines, movies, and even newspapers rarely show images of average-shaped bodies.

The secret, which is not so secret after all, is that the people who we love live on in our hearts, in the beat of our blood.