Your love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

Your love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal

never believe a man can change a woman those men are pretenders who think that they created women from one of their ribs

Don’t lose a woman that has seen your flaws and still love you.

There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.