“ Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light. ”
Fear of dying brings humans the greatest pain. Death is implicit in every form of joy. Of course, it also brings the end of pain.
~ Eliza Granville
People often lose their names. Names fall into holes or get eaten by wild animals. Sometimes they’re carried away by the wind.
You should never judge a person solely by the evidence of your eyes.
Older, but no wiser. Alas, our dreams continue to haunt us.
