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.
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.
If only you could really turn around to look back you'd realize millions of people that never saw you and you wouldn't turn around again. You have to look ahead to see a face you recognise, and don't look back. What's left behind stopped to recognise you, what is left behind didn't want to see you enough.
Love is everything... and the opposite of it.
The night has a lot of stars but only you... shine into my universe.
Damnation isn't love but...lack of love.
"Never again!" Said imperiously his will. "Again tomorrow!" Begged the heart sighing.
It's simple to say hello... Hard is to say goodbye!
I wanna live of love to not die of loneliness.
You're so fucking corny. It's obvious you have to feel something, it's innate. If you stay there thinking about it too much you'll start thinking it's love. Have you seen wht happens to men that love? They lose love and then they're left with fuck at all.