Love Is, After All, A Curse Of

The Only Power You Have On This Planet Is The Power Of Your Decisions.

Of Course. My Sadness Has Become A Routine That No One Notices Anymore.

I Love You', Though, Were Three Words She Had Often Heard During Her Twenty-two Years, And It Seemed To Her That They Were Now Completely Devoid Of Meaning, Because They Had Never Turned Into Anything Serious Or Deep, Never Translated Into A Lasting Relationship.

The Eyes Are The Mirror Of The Soul And Reflect Everything That Seems To Be Hidden; And Like A Mirror, They Also Reflect The Person Looking Into Them.

The Martyr Finds Her Way To Self-knowledge Through Pain, Suffering, And Surrender.