Occupation: Writer Birth: July 2, 1926 Death: May 7, 2007
Time is a beast who has the immense patience to swallow everything..
We start to die when we no longer have the power to choose..
Next to the highest peak of happiness, there’s the deepest gap of pain..
There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live..
A life without love is like a year without spring..
The others wolves would devour me if they could know that my roar is, in reality, a crying..