Above the sky, everything is beautiful, but alone. (Au-dessus du ciel, - Tout est beau, mais seul)

The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun.

Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brûla mon coeur.)

For him, she bends over backwards. It is origami of the heart. (Pour lui, elle se plie en quatre. - C'est l'origami du cœur)

The king who has the broad bean does not have one whole wafer. (Le roi qui a la fève - N'a la galette entière.)

Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L'amour, c'est larme de joie, - C'est le baptême des doigts)

We have a thousand possible, but only one is the target. (Nous avons mille possibles, - Mais un seul est la cible)

The regrets are like yesterday: they announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords)

Even Jesus, three days, died. Who is strong doesn't make the strong. (Même Jésus, trois jours, est mort. Qui est fort ne fait le fort)

Mystery of love is like digging water: everything closes. (Mystère de l'amour est comme - Creuser l'eau : tout se referme)

Some people have lives

Many obese people spend a significant amount of their energy on suppressing the urge to tell some of the people who are staring at them that they do not eat as much and as frequently as they seem to.

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.

I was made to believe there was a plan in place for ending Donald's previous marriage. I pulled away because I wanted to allow him the time to deal with his wife.

Some say that one-sided love is better than none, but like half a loaf of bread, it is likely to grow hard and moldy sooner.

We live in a hell of opinions.

An ambassador has no need of spies; his character is always sacred.

I love to read, and I like the fact that there's some silence in my life.

It lies upon the people's shoulders to prepare for the war, but it lies upon the Israeli army to carry out the fight with the ultimate object of erecting the Israeli Empire.

Don't scatter your fire! You are a prose writer: stick to your own tool!