What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Moral indigination is jealousy with a halo.
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.
„The same fence that shuts others out shuts you in.”
Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.
What hath night to do with sleep?
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Moral indigination is jealousy with a halo.
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.
„The same fence that shuts others out shuts you in.”
Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.
What hath night to do with sleep?