How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
Orhan Pamuk, Snow
You are the only unclear chapter in my otherwise clear life. But the most delicious one too.
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
Things that don't speak communicate too. Fragrances and flavours have their own special ways of communication and so does waves, and winds.
Anything is more tolerable than your decision. Almost anything.
No piece of wisdom should go untoasted.
I dont blame you; we all can't see in darkness.
I am afraid we have very different definition of love my dear.
Get out of the self-destructive move you have sunken into. Do anything today, however small it may be to get out of that place.