In the mind in the heart I was always home. I always imagined really going back home.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
My death taking the light from my eyes gives back to the day the purity...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
