I don't choose. Normally it's the book that chooses me.

I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded my house and Love flooded my soul.

but something always went wrong, and the relationship would end precisely at the moment when she was sure that this was the person with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. After a long time, she came to the conclusion that men brought only pain, frustration, suffering and a sense of time dragging.

He who loves has conquered the world and has no fear of losing anything. True love is an act of total surrender.

No one can posses an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or the serenity of a sleeping child, or the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can posses the beautiful things of this Earth, but we can know them and love them. It is through such moments that God reveals himself to mankind.

If I had a choice, if I had understood earlier that the reason my days were all the same was because I wanted them like that, perhaps.

As I don't know about tomorrow, I never save the best for later.