The purpose of life is impossible to define, for there is too much to do: one has to love, one has to learn, and live. In the end, there is but one simple explanation: The reason to live is to find its purpose. |
Reality is the cruelest illusion. |
You are the worst of thieves, you stole my heart... |
How dreadful truth is, but how much more dreadful to live in a lie is. |
The better poet is not he who writes magnificently on paper, but he who expresses beauty through his feelings and actions. |
Life is like a crystal ball. It is perfect and beauteous, but a single error can break it into several pieces. |