She knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
If you can imagine it, you can achieve it.
A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Nothing amazes me anymore.
A building has integrity just like a man. And just as seldom.
She made broken look beautifuland strong look invincible.She walked with the Universeon her shoulders and made itlook like a pair of wings.
The worst thing about being famous is the invasion of your privacy.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...