Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
When a father gives to his son both laugh when a son gives to his father...
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say love...
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the...
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.