chicarello

"oh harold" she sighed, stroking his hair, "you are so young. what have they taught you?" she brushed away the tears that fell down her cheeks. "yes. i cry. i cry for you. i cry for this. i cry at beauty - a sunset or a seagull. i cry when a man tortures his brother... when he repents and begs forgiveness... when forgiveness is refused... and when it is granted. one laughs. one cries. two uniquely human traits. and the main thing in life, my dear harold, is not to be afraid to be human".

- harold & maude