A mother who doesn't part with a daughter every season has no real affection.
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A mother who doesn't part with a daughter every season has no real affection.
Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.
I always quiver for the fear to touch your hand, and I don't know how, always happens that I touch it. As soon as it lies on mine I take a jump; the game rather gives me fever or better a delirium: I don't see, I don't feel nothing anymore; and, in this moment of alienation, what can I say, what can I do?
Where con I hide, how do I answer to myself?
I think you are capable of great nobility and kindness towards a wife, I believe you capable of every sacrifice and of great tollerance in conjugal life, until, you have an end, I mean to say that the woman you love lives and lives for you. I only lay claim to one priviledge of my sex (and it is not an enviable priviledge, it is not the case for you to have it for yourselves) and it is that of longer than when life and hope have gone.
You can't teach love, but it's the most important thing to teach.
I loved your smile, but I preferred mine.
Because there was something, between those two, something that in reality had to be a secret, or something like that. So it was hard understanding what they told each other and how they lived, and how they were. You could've raked your brains trying to give a sense to some of their gestures. And you could've asked yourself why for years and years. The only thing that often appeared evident, actually almost always, and maybe forever, the only thing was that in what they did and in what they said there was something - so to speak - of beautiful.
No one is happy, like who knows to be loved.
After life has slapped you profusely you must get used again to a more delicate touch.
I am an island and the stars have surrounded me and if I walk in silence I will find the path to get back to my road where I left you every decisive moment in a story.