“ We always enjoy the company of those who flatter us, but this weakens us. We should prefer the company of those who tell us the truth and help us to be better. ”
The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.
Always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
It is perfectly monstrous... the way people go about nowadays, saying things against one behind one's back, that are absolutely and entirely true.