I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.""A writer is nothing without a reader; a reader is nothing without a writer." "Ask not the grass to give you green, and later walk all over it.”“Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.” Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.” "The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask."If you put a clock in a bottle, with time it will crack, as like money, as like love, as like a beautiful mind, with no soul." “If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.”"It's not how many friends you can count, it's how many of those you can count on.”
I have three treasures. Guard and keep them The first is deep love, The second is frugality, And the third is not to dare to be ahead of the world. Because of deep love, one is courageous. Because of frugality, one is generous. Because of not daring to be ahead of the world, one becomes the leader of the world.
I have three treasures. Guard and keep them:
I have urged on woman independence of man, not that I do not think the sexes mutually needed by one another, but because in woman this fact has led to an excessive devotion, which has cooled love, degraded marriage and prevented it her sex from being what it should be to itself or the other. I wish woman to live, first for God's sake. Then she will not take what is not fit for her from a sense of weakness and poverty. Then if she finds what she needs in man embodied, she will know how to love and be worthy of being loved.
I imagine a world where you are only judged by how big of an asshole you are - not by genitalia, amount of melanin, whom you choose to love, or geographical location where you happened to have left your mother's womb. Just by whether or not you're a massive, massive dick.
I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it.
I lay with you in sheets of love Soaked in your sweat unworthy of forgiveness resentful legs wrapped up around your waist a tasteless night takes place She who forgives must be a saint this devilish heart has no space to love again Perfect love why make mistakes? Tainted hands what a waste A shame that I must now replace once happy thoughts with a mystery case. Your body heat screams trick or treat I never knew how to retreat and so I lay within your love One day I know I'll have enough Layers of love you are unworthy of forgiveness.
I looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that I could bring to it.