Ilda

“Neither my black clothes, my dear mother, nor my heavy sighs, nor my weeping, nor my downcast eyes, nor any other display of grievance can show what I really feel. It's true that all these things “seem” like grievance, since a person could use them to fake grievance if he wanted to. But I've got more real grievance inside me than you could ever see on the surface. These clothes are just a hint of it.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7”
― Anonymous

“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights