A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that was true about everything: families. Friends. Feelings. But now I know that, sometimes, if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together - nothing can keep them apart.
Of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.
I was coming home from kindergarten - well they told me it was kindergarten. I found out later I had been working in a factory for ten years. It's good for a kid to know how to make gloves.
We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
Love is like a tug of war. If you know you can't win, let go of the rope. Sometimes, there's more satisfaction in seeing the other side tumble backword.
You have no idea how much pain you have felt, until you look into the eyes of the one you love and see nothing... nothing but a glare of light. The only thing left to do is move on.
The best way to know live, is to love many things.
Vincent van GoghDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 29. Juli 1890) Zur Autorenbiographie
