You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
When the anesthesia of love wears off, you suffer the pain of consequence.
Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?...I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind? You don't care what people think. You don't see y...
...A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place. She teaches you the nature of happiness: what is the right amount, what is too much, and the kind that makes you want more of what is bad for you. A mother helps her baby flex her first ...
...A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.