Author of quotes: Sabina Tycho

Baring the soul is much harder than the body.

If my happiness consisted of your unhappiness, I would never become happy.

Loves. I wrote this. In the ink of a talkative thought. A little blood. A little color on the cheeks. “I love him very much and have loved him for a very long time.”

We all shout in the same language.

I fold my arms over my chest and gather my palms into fists, because my fingers itch, whine, and tear. They need to touch you, they - I - need to make sure that you are real, alive, material, not diagnosed to me by someone in a white coat with years of difficult study and practice.

Erich Fromm wrote that selfishness is a symptom of a lack of self-love. He said: those who don’t love themselves are always worried about themselves.

I can only speak about a person in general. After all, if he is, say, divinely attractive, but talks nonsense, acts badly and is ignoble, I will never say that he is handsome. Even if he is good, his appearance will still change. Once - and a terrible sight of a poorly brewed potion of an immature soul.

Stay with me forever, quédate conmigo para siempre, stanna hos mig för alltid, stai con me per sempre, stay with me forever, 영원히 나와 함께있어

That is, the stupidest of fools.

After all, if everyone is a freak, no one is a freak. If everyone is an elf, no one is an elf. If everyone is human, no one is human. So?

Paulo Coelho wrote in his work that “having reached the end, people laugh at the fears that tormented them at the beginning.” How do you know when to laugh?

The letters turned out tolerably well. I don't write the verb. I'm afraid of the verb.

Is being in love when two hearts change places?

If we are souls, how important are bodies? If bodies are more important, why do we need souls?