What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Germany is a great nation only because its people have so much Polish blood in their veins.

It smells of blood and honey, of sex and song.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

There is no fruit which is not bitter before it is ripe

Now, I see! He really kept his promise. He continued to love me, until my heart stopped beating. But, actually, it was his heart that stopped beating, stopped beating for me.