“Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.”

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

We almost always forgive those we understand.

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectator Of my triumph or my doom.

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.

Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

I want to reconcile myself with heaven, I want to love, I want to pray, I want to believe in good.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradict, The hopes of my youth?

And I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

My love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out.

I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.

I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.

I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.

Don’t get buried in the thick of thin things.

Time doesn’t heal all the wounds: it buries them.

May your lips convey, what your heart has buried in.- A one-sided lover

I thought the answer was to bury the pain deep within, but nothing grows from grief.

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.