On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step
History is the third parent.
To visit certain streets was to realise that only the sky remained unchanged there.
This is among the few things that can be said about love with any confidence. It is small enough to be contained within the heart but, pull thin, it would drape the entire world.
Her mind is a haunted house.
There is nothing that torments Satan more than the sight of a faithful in prayer.