"What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss."
"How does a person feel when looking at the sky? He thinks that he doesn’t have enough tongues to describe what he sees. Nevertheless, people have never stopping describing the sky, simply listing what they see... We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That’s why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It’s a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don’t want to die."
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i don't know about all this, i have to say it humbly, i rather feel like
a childish idiot wo cannot relate to himself anymore in a way which can
give joy to life and to somebody else. i am doubting everything,
maybe even the sky, not only love.
Doubting myself i doubt you.
Any you doubting me makes me doubt myself even more.
So human relationships can lead into a trap-
the child does not know
should it stay at home and be called a liar
or should it go to school and be called a liar,
the adult does not know
should he go to live or to die.
In the end he will go on living, most times,
but what if it feels like a lie?
Life will give me time to know.
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