Hands have their own language.
Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.
I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.
Itโs the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.
I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.
Sometimes, language is the sound of longing