I defendNot my voice, but my silence

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

I marvel at everything as if it were new.

If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.

And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.

And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

I loved you when I left you.

If it was all about the destination, we'd spend our nights sleeping in graves.

The days on which one has been the most inquisitive are among the days on which one has been happiest.

In all climates, under all skies, man's happiness is always somewhere else.

Managers help people see themselves as they are; Leaders help people to see themselves better than they are.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

Don't worry about your father. He's a perfectly contented, self-sufficient zombie.

But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.

All the four stages in a man's life are devised by the seers in Hinduism for imposing discipline and self-restraint.

Law of the jungle. The betrayee gets to eat the betrayer. --Dante Pontis