The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.

The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.

Grumbling is the death of love

Habit: Often mistaken for love.

Being in the depths of sadness is just as important an experience as being exuberantly happy.

There comes a time when suddenly you realize that laughter is something you remember and that you were the one laughing.

What remains is solitude.