Because My Life Has Been

Friendship Is Also A Kind Of Medicine, And The Markets For It, Too, Are Sometimes Black.

Indians Are The Italians Of Asia And Vice Versa. Every Man In Both Countries Is A Singer When He Is Happy, And Every Woman Is A Dancer When She Walks To The Shop At The Corner. For Them, Food Is The Music Inside The Body And Music Is The Food Inside The Heart. Amore Or Pyar Makes Every Man A Poet, A Princess Of Peasant Girl If Only For Second Eyes Of Man And Woman Meets.

The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.

Sooner Or Later, Fate Puts Us Together With All The People, One By One, Who Show Us What We Could, And Shouldn’t, Let Ourselves Become. Sooner Or Later We Meet The Drunkard, The Waster, The Betrayer, The Ruthless Mind, And The Hate-filled Heart. But Fate Loads The Dice, Of Course, Because We Usually Find Ourselves Loving Or Pitying Almost All Of Those People. And It’s Impossible To Despise Someone You Honestly Pity, And To Shun Someone You Truly Love.

Sometimes You Have To Lose To Win