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?
. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,'Tis woman's whole existence.
Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals.
Give women the right moment and the women could do anything.
It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next.
Humility in the artist is his frank acceptance of all experiences, as in love, in the artist, it's simply the sense of beauty that manifests to the world his body and soul.
Any place you love is the world to you, but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent.
The fascination that someone exerts on another
doesn't show their personality
in the precise moment of their meeting
... but...
in the summary of their entire being,
that lets go this powerful drug that
captures imagination and creates the bond.
Find the time to play
find the time to love
and to be loved
find the time to give...
... find the time to read
find the time to be a friend
find the time to work.
It's wiseness' brow
and the road of happinesses.
We then slept embracing each other for about an hour. It was somehow better than making love.