Let the dead stay dead.

I've been told I'm an excellent kisser.

«Neanche io so come comportarmi con te. Hai abbattuto le mie barriere e non mi aspettavo di lasciarmi andare così. Andrò via prima o poi e non voglio tu senta la mia mancanza. Questo che è successo oggi è stato un err…»
«Bello», lo interruppi.
«Bello?» Si stupì fermandosi per guardarmi negli occhi. La gente ci passava affianco, ma in quel momento eravamo solo noi due e non ci importava di intralciare il cammino o di esser uditi da orecchie indiscrete.

An ordinary potato has had more value than gold several times in history.

Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it

Our heads are full of comparisons, needs for approval and attention, a desire to be at other places, imagining things could be better there and thus hating our reality.
We are the only ones to blame for our own suffering.
We hurt ourselves every time we think of how other people should behave according to our standards and then suffer when they appear to be individuals; every time we open a book with so many expectations about it from what we’ve heard and hoped it to be, and then close it in disappointment, realizing it’s something totally different (maybe beautiful, inspiring and challenging, but nothing that met our expectations).