When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
When love ends, we cry out ...
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Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.
