Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
If you believe what you like in the Gospel, and reject what you don't like, it is not the Gospel you believe, but yourself.
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
Nothing complements a fast mind better than a slow tongue. And nothing aggravates a slow mind better than a fast tongue.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
See the world for what it is.BEAUTIFUL!
Building art is a synthesis of life in materialised form. We should try to bring in under the same hat not a splintered way of thinking, but all in harmony together.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
All women do have a different sense of sexuality, or sense of fun, or sense of like what's sexy or cool or tough.