Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

The imagination is a wonderful thing; it allows for all manner of undiscoverable sins.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.