Once In The Midst Of A Seemingly

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

Those Who Love, Friends And Lovers, Know That Love Is Not Only A Blinding Flash, But Also A Long And Painful Struggle In The Darkness For The Realization Of Definitive Recognition And Reconciliation.

What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger And Stronger

Indeed, Men Never Know How To Love. Nothing Satisfies Them. All They Know Is To Dream, To Imagine New Duties, To Look For New Countries And New Homes. While We Women, We Know That We Must Hasten To Love, To Share The Same Bed, Hold Hands, And Fear Absence. When We Women Love, We Dream Of Nothing.

Should I Kill Myself, Or Have A Cup Of Coffee?