Love, she said, should be said more slowly, and ran from the house. Words could not catch her as such. Honesty is so slow, that is the trouble. – Author Unknown
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears. – Criss Angel
