Filip

“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green over a heart in ruins.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

“Zůstat stát bolí vždycky míň než běžet.”
― Jaroslav Rudiš, Nebe pod Berlínem

“Was ich weiß, kann jeder wissen. Mein Herz hab' ich allein.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being