Как много тех, с кем можно лечь в постель,Как мало...

The happiness of the drop is to die in the...

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one...

Love even moreEverything else is resistance.

Every emotion we have is love, either concealed or revealed....

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always...

I have decided to stick with love, hate is too...

Deep at the centre of my being,
there is an infinite...

I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love...

At times our own light goes out and is rekindled...