Nobody wants to know how you feel, yet, they want you to do what they feel.
Some people are allergic to your success. Such people...when you smile...they cry, and wish you were dead.
You will know who truly loves you when you ask them to do an uncoventional favor.
I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.
Some people tend to throw your love to the dogs when you become totally submissive to them, but when you want to get out of the heat, they pull you back into the kitchen.
Young girls are like helpless children in the hands of amorous men, whatever is said to them is true and whatever manipulation on their bodies seems like love to them, sooner or later, they come back to their senses, but the scars are not dead inasmuch as her spoiler lives.