It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
C'est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes.
Dans la rue de rien personne
Guilt was its own prison.
My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.
It's useless to lecture a human.
I said hello to the poodle.
Suspecting and knowing are not the same.
And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon.
[...] no man is free of his own history.
Your head is full of kelp.
There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.
…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…
John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!
Be worthy love, and love will come.
Better to be dirty than dead.
The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.
