A beautiful and amiable illusion is that for which the days, annniversaries of an occurrence, that in truth have nothing more than any other day of the year, seem to have with that a particular connection, and that almost a shadow from the past may revive and return in those days, and stand before us.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
It may seem strange that life is a pure incident, but it's inevitable that in a so much large universe incidents happen.
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
No one can judge my choises or my thoughts, because no one has ever felt my emotions or my pains...
Only art can interrupt the monotony of the being.
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
Life is a rocky road, rocks on which you trip, you fall, you hurt yourself.
Rocks against which you must protect yourself with iron shoes. But no even this is enough because while you protect your feet there's always someone who pick up a rock to hit you on the head with.
Time that distinguishes the rule will make fear to whom painfully remembers.
If without you I'd a squallid life, empty and miserable it woudn't be worth it to give it up for you. What good would it be if you were the alternative to nothingness, to emptiness, to sadness? More a person is happy alone, more the person he decides to be with takes on importance.