aphorisms (77)

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be but before you start pointing fingers... make sure you hands are clean!

Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.