We fall in love for a smile, a body. That is enough; then, in the long hours of hope or sorrow, we fabricate a person & compose a character.
It’s her exterior coldness that excites me. That glacial contempt can only serve to conceal an inner, boiling cauldron of insatiable desires
The human mind hovers perpetually between the two worlds of actual real life experience, and that of the imagination, dreams and yearning...
Ever since she’s become mine, I’ve lost all interest in her. Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
What I valued then is now so inconsequential, and what I dismissed when young, now means all the world to me. Time conquers and changes all.