Every generation of humans that has ever lived believed they would see the end of the world, whether they called it Armageddon or Ragnorök.

The sonnet has been the one distinctive characteristic of love present throughout the years.

Life is always a competition.

Don't complain it's too cold now if you also intend to whine about how hot it is when summer comes. It's just hypocritical.

As long as your life is a succession of love stories, you can never grow old.