Without your pain you are nothing but a spiritual embryo.
What is life without death, Beneficent? You of all people can answer that question. A never-ending orgy of emptiness that you stuff with meaningless activity. Everything is disposable, including your relationships–especially your your relationships.
The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.
I think he’s looking for comfort, but I don’t have any to give.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
Krāsas ir krāšņas, tās aizrauj, bet izkliedē un pēc sevis atstāj tukšumu.
Emptiness is like air. It floats around unseen but you know it’s there.