“ The dead never go to their own funeral. ”
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.
One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.
Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.
