La felicità non ci lascia cicatrici da mostrare. Dalla quiete impariamo così poco.
Nobody but you have to believe in your dreams to make them a reality.
His fingerprints covered my skin.
It was as if we'd known each other for a thousand years.
We made love. Extraordinary love.
He was the one I compared all others to.
The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'.These are called true stories.
By today’s standards, if you go by the early morning TV misery shows, my broken home family of mixed parentage siblings was quite normal.
Different versions of a true story
Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
People try to make names for things they don't understand.