Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?
Truth like beauty seems to be in the eye and mind of the beholder
But every once in a great while, the pull of her heritage would hit her, and Grand-mere would cook something real. I could never figure out what it was that triggered her, but I would come home from s...
For , literally translated, 'Since it must be so,' of all the good-bys I have heard is the most beautiful. Unlike the and , it does not try to cheat itself by any bravado 'Till we meet again,' any se...
There have been two great narcotics in European civilisation: Christianity and alcohol.
No one has ever properly understood me, I have never fully understood anyone; and no one understands anyone else
So much for progress. How quickly civilization could dissolve into its more ugly elements.
Warner laces his boots and sings the songs and marches the marches, acting less out of duty than out of a time worn desire to be dutiful.
Oh, I thought of calling it Journeyings in Germany. It sounds well, and would be correct. Or Jottings from German Journeyings--I haven't quite decided yet... (Minora)
The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language...the language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.
She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of...