To love is to choose.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then. . . We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.
If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love they are reduced to the status of courtesans. As wives they are treated more as servants than as companions. Men do not love them: they make use of them, they exploit them, and expect, in that way, to make them subject to the law of fidelity.
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you. . .
faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.
These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!
You cannot keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there.
If you can keep your head when all about are losing theirs, it's just possible that you haven't grasped the situation.
The reality is the park has been badly maintained for years.
It turns out that unexplained positivity lasts longer than positivity we analyze until we fully understand it.