Many People Don't Allow Themselves To Love...because

Everyone Contributes A Word, A Sentence, An Image, But In The End It All Makes Sense: The Happiness Of One Becomes The Joy Of All.

Never Hate Jealous People. They Are Jealous Because They Think You Are Better Than Them.

The Energy That Many People Call Love, Is, In Fact, The Raw Material From Which The Universe Was Built.

Love Is Not To Be Found In Someone Else, But In Ourselves; We Simply Awaken It. But In Order To Do That, We Need The Other Person. The Universe Only Makes Sense When We Have Someone To Share Our Feelings With.

She Regretted Having Taken His Hand, She Wanted To Get Away From There As Soon As Possible, To Hide Her Shame, Never Again To See That Man Who Had Witnessed All That Was Most Sordid In Her, And Who Nevertheless Continued To Treat Her With Such Tenderness. But Again She Remembered Mari's Words: She Didn't Need To Explain Her Life To Anyone, Not Even To The Young Man Standing Before Her.