We do not fall in love anymore, we simply fall in pre-marriages. We can not love a woman anymore, simply a possible-housewife instead. They do not love a man for just a man himself but a husband for just a man possibly be...
Literature is like underwater worlds waiting to be discovered; but first, you need to learn how to hold your breath-thoughts-prejudices. Then, you can go hunting of words in these bright worlds in this darkness. Therefore, while some cowards minds are even afraid of books in their own egoism, brave and open minds are like wise whales of the enlightenment era ruling the waters of literature; wandering in the ocean of literature with their mysterious, curious, long-lasting thoughts..
Winter comes suddenly to these dry lands, to masses of stones; spring reaches eagerly the vast plains, to tangled branches and to vases hidden at houses like hopes; summer comes with warm following the sun, to asphalt scented crowd of concrete, to morning chill greening at sea coasts and lights fill all shores; however, autumn comes on purpose, slowly, like a slow ageing, wears its colors one by one, swinging its clouds from pillar to post. Each season makes itself felt, but autumn make itself experienced and grieves its brown tones in every part of life..
The most precious happiness is the one belonging to you so much as not possible to be brought by anyone or taken from you by any.
Objectivity is just a combination of a broader sense of multiple subjectivities.