I # forgive not because I became a saint, but because I'm tired of hating.
Sometimes love blinds us, other times it let's us see.
I will never be yours, and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you, I love you, I love you.
If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness. Would the world be a worse place for it? No, people would be fairer and happier.
We need to clear our minds of bad thoughts.
Perfect people don't drink, don't fight, don't lie, don't make mistakes and...don't exist